The Journey Continues…

This is the last re-post of how this autism journey started for my family. Again, I want to thank everyone that follows this blog and reads my posts. It means the world to me. This is my one year blog anniversary. I look forward to many more.

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Is there a Doctor in the House?

After the school’s initial diagnosis I knew I had to somehow find a pediatrician that could actually medically diagnosis and see him on a regular basis.  I sat at my computer, said a prayer and began to again google “developmental pediatricians in Atlanta”.  I came across an article about a Dr. Rubin that had an “autism clinic” that was run at a local hospital once a month!  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I immediately called the “clinic” and asked if the information was correct.  The nurse on the end of the phone explained that they would take my insurance and that I should make an appointment right away for the next autism clinic…and that I did!  I must admit that they really didn’t prepare me for how long I would have to wait before we would be called in to see the Doctor. …

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10 thoughts on “The Journey Continues…

  1. I left a kind of long comment on your other blog post. Again I want to say that your posts resonate with me. I completely understand the frustration, pain, suffering, etc…. I watched my parents go through with my Mom bearing most of the burden because my Dad had to work so he could get away certain behaviors Stephen had as a child. Stephen did not talk for a long time but he did scream. Constantly. Poor Mom. No support services or programs back in the 1960s. Then there were family members who told my parents that Stephen would “snap out of it.” Of course my Mom was accused of doing something to Stephen in the womb. One thing that could not be blamed were vaccines. In those days you just had the diseases. Nobody at least not in Black neighborhoods got vaccinated until much later. I had the chicken pox and measles. Stephen had measles and mumps. By then I guess we were 5, 6, maybe 7 years of age. My dumb family members still hurl insults on our deceased Mom despite the fact that Autism is a genetic disorder. Anyway Stephen and I are pariahs and outcasts but it’s alright. There is some acceptance from other more enlightened family members and friends. Again my hope is that your kids will not go through what we do on a daily basis. Perhaps for the next generation the stigma will finally be removed. I also wish for more support services for siblings. If it does not come for me I want it in place for your children. At least strides are being made. Be Blessed.

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