V had made such progress this last 4 months thanks to therapy and us learning about him.
My parents have been here 3 weeks, and we are back to square 1!!!! husband was so upset about it, personally I feel numb...
Poor little guy, he is having meldown after meltdown. Anything sets him off at that point.
The last time my parents were here, I kept voicing my opinion trying to explain how to do thing, to let ME handle it, etc... You know the picture. It ended so badly (almost thought I was never gonna speak to my parents again), I decided not to intervein this time around and let them see the real V. husband had a talk with them (the best he could since he does not speak French) and had told them to basically back off when I deal with things.
The problem they don't ever listen and any of my "tips" would be unwelcomed or not understood and applied.
V is so overstimulated, put in situations he does not comprehend, conversations he does not process and humor he definitely does not get: it is a DISASTER.
At least now, my parents believe there is indeed some serious issues.
We see the therapist tomorrow... I hope she can help us get back on track and make progress again.
On top of it, after spending the summer with me and in the truck with husband: back to Head Start is VERY difficult for V. I'm working with the disability director in order to put a plan for him. I'm supposed to meet with her this week.
My parents are leaving saturday... that will be yet an other transition but hopefully we can get back to a simple routine.
I feel soo bad for my little guy: how are we gonna deal with extended visits if someone has to suffer all the time??
I'm glad this visit opened my parents eyes, maybe next time they will actually be ready to learn and really pay attention to how things need to happen for V.
V was so overwhelmed tonight, I had to hold him tight in a bear hug at his cool down spot just so he would stop crying. At the dinner table, I actual fed him like you would a baby. My baby girl looked at the scene with big wide eyes: even she knew it was odd! lol
I want a cry... but I am ready for tomorrow's fight. I am so determined to give him help, it's frustating not to have a real diagnosis yet.
I am so thankful for this forum.
My parents have been here 3 weeks, and we are back to square 1!!!! husband was so upset about it, personally I feel numb...
Poor little guy, he is having meldown after meltdown. Anything sets him off at that point.
The last time my parents were here, I kept voicing my opinion trying to explain how to do thing, to let ME handle it, etc... You know the picture. It ended so badly (almost thought I was never gonna speak to my parents again), I decided not to intervein this time around and let them see the real V. husband had a talk with them (the best he could since he does not speak French) and had told them to basically back off when I deal with things.
The problem they don't ever listen and any of my "tips" would be unwelcomed or not understood and applied.
V is so overstimulated, put in situations he does not comprehend, conversations he does not process and humor he definitely does not get: it is a DISASTER.
At least now, my parents believe there is indeed some serious issues.
We see the therapist tomorrow... I hope she can help us get back on track and make progress again.
On top of it, after spending the summer with me and in the truck with husband: back to Head Start is VERY difficult for V. I'm working with the disability director in order to put a plan for him. I'm supposed to meet with her this week.
My parents are leaving saturday... that will be yet an other transition but hopefully we can get back to a simple routine.
I feel soo bad for my little guy: how are we gonna deal with extended visits if someone has to suffer all the time??
I'm glad this visit opened my parents eyes, maybe next time they will actually be ready to learn and really pay attention to how things need to happen for V.
V was so overwhelmed tonight, I had to hold him tight in a bear hug at his cool down spot just so he would stop crying. At the dinner table, I actual fed him like you would a baby. My baby girl looked at the scene with big wide eyes: even she knew it was odd! lol
I want a cry... but I am ready for tomorrow's fight. I am so determined to give him help, it's frustating not to have a real diagnosis yet.
I am so thankful for this forum.