Our son, Brian, age 13, was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome at age 8 after a long eight years of ups and downs. By age 6 (Kindergarten), Brian had been diagnosed as milk protein allergic (not lactose intollerant), undergone 11 ear tube surgeries (2 a year since 6 months old), a tonsilectomy and adenoidectomy, 2 root canals due to lack of enamel due to chronic antibiotic adminstration due to chronic eustacian tube defects (had to have anesthesia to perform). He had already seen a team of doctors. We thought it couldn't get any worse. We were wrong.
Once Brian started school, there was an almost immediate response from school staff that our son was different. He couldn't focus. He was hyperactive. He didn't play in social groups. We took him to a pediatrician who determined that he was ADHD. A pediatric psychologist also determined he was ADHD. So we started 'trying on meds.' He took meds that caused hysterical fits. He took meds that didn't seem to work at all. He tok meds that sent him into his own little world. He took meds that caused tics and stutters. He took meds that made him feel better. He took meds that made him feel worse. It would be 3 years of medication adjustment.
Once Brian reached 2nd grade, it was obvious that he had learning disabilities. The school said his IQ was 70 and that he was in mental retardation range. Our son is highly intelligent and exhibits higher level thinking that some adults don't even exhibit. This made no sense. The pediatrician was not sure what was happening. The otolaryngologist felt that because he now had bilateral hearing impairment that he was shying away from social groups because he could not hear them. The teachers thought he was stupid. The principle thought he was a pain in her rump.
We finally took him to be evaluated by a developmental pediatrician who determined that Brian was the most complex case he's ever seen. Brian has ADHD, dyslexia, dysgraphia, central auditory processing disorder, and yet to be discovered issues at this point. We take him to a neurologist who says he's dysmorphic and likely has Fragile X Syndrome. Brian undergoes Karyotyping, metakaryotyping, and testing for Fragile X to the tune of almost $4000. There is nothing wrong. The neurologist assesses him and determines he has Asperger's Syndrome.
By this time, Brian has also developed bilateral cholesteatomas and was back in surgery. He had more ear tubes placed. He had reconstructive surgeries. He got fitted for hearing aides. It was also discovered that he had amblyopia - so off to the opthalmologist we go for glasses.
He is friendless in school and starting to dislike going. We move into another district. A district that is supossed to be terrific for accepting children with disabilities. It was 4 years of pure hell. Brian slips deeper and deeper into depression and exhibits non-stop anxiety. He decides he doesn't want to go to school or participate in life anymore. We start him on antidepressants and antianxiety meds per the pediatrician and have he see a psychologist who determines he has moderate to severe Asperger's Syndrome, depression, anxiety, and OCD. She see him for 4 total visits before the insurance company decides that it is not medically necessary to continue and that since he was diagnosed with Asperger's, that they will not pay for any services related to the diagnosis: therapy, neurology visits, develomental pediatrician visits. With therapy at $350/hr; neuro visits averaging at $500/visit; visits to the developmental pediatrician totalling $1500 for 2 visits; and the $35,000 we've paid out of pocket for all of his medical bills related to his ears - we can't afford to do anything for his Autism Spectrum Disorder. We stand by helpless and hopeless.
We decide to remove Brian from school and homeschool. Then we decide to investigate Autism services in other states just as my husband is interviewing for a job in Cleveland. He is then asked if he would be willing to move to PA. After we discover what is available in PA for Brian - we put our brand new house up for sale and move the family to PA. Hubby accepts job and I quit my teaching job. We move into a district we've been told is good for Autism services.
Here we are now. Brian does not want to go to school. Every morning we experience mega-meltdowns. He's back on antidepressants and antianxiety medications. We have an appointment to see a pyschiatrist. He is depressed and anxiety ridden 99% of the time. Life is miserable for him and us. We don't how to help him. He doesn't understand why we can't make it all better. And no one - the school, the docs, some of our own family members.. don't know what to do with him. They are all puzzled by him.
I look at his kind face and wish for the days before he started school when he was seemingly happy and carefree. Now, he has worry lines. He is hypersensitive. He doesn't want us to even touch him in the mornings. He screams for no apparent reason. He stays up all night long. He is completely disinterested in school and schoolwork. He is failing all subjects. He has no friends. He hates life.
My son is the most caring, compassionate child. He is being thrown away by our society because he's different and no one knows what to do wth him. No one can give us answers or help us - but there are several who are willing to point the finger at us and blame us for his problems. Family members who have absolutely no idea what daily life is like and think that just spending more time with him will snap him out of his depression. Teachers who think we baby him or let him manipulate us or don't bother to help him with his schoolwork.. Doctors who think we should have MORE genetic testing and see MORE specialists. (And we keep doing it.)
Where is the compassion? What is happening to these spectrum kiddos? Either their parents can afford alot of treatments to help recover them or their parents are stuck and watch helplessly as their child slips farther and farther away from them. I can tell you that my husband makes a very nice salary - yet we've never in all of our years of marriage been on vacation. We've never bought a new car. We have never bought furniture that we didn't have to put together. We don't have oodles of expensive toys. Our kids don't have lots of clothes or things. Most of our money is spent on healthcare. We're glad to do it for our son - but we aren't getting any answers.
Our life is hard every day. We're all feeling the effects. Brian doesn't sleep. I don't sleep. DD is acting out. DH has a short fuse. Thank God we love each other and our family so much. Not many marriages could survive this. Our kids mean the world to us. And Brian is our whole life. I pray each day for God to stop the pain for Brian - to give one friend... to give him self-esteem... to take away the depression for him.
We have no choice but to think positively. To keep searching for answers. To keep pressing for legislation. To keep trying to help our son. To keep trying to educate family members, school staff, neighbors, and society. Our son is worth every bit of energy.
Sorry for the vent... sometimes you have to just let it all out so you can have a more productive and positive day. To all parents of kids on the spectrum: God Bless!

Our Life on the Spectrum