I've been lurking on this site, reading posts. I, just like all of you, didn't ask for this and never imagined life would be this way. My son, B, got his braces off today. Two years of panic attacks every time he had to have them adjusted. The last month spent preparing for today. Transitioning him for the change. Preparing for the panic. He was freaked all morning, convinced that they would be pulling out nerves connected to the back bands on his teeth, 3 calls to psychiatrist and 3 ativan later I get him to the office. My easy child, E, went with him to the back for support. He did great, I could hear them laughing while I was in the waiting room. 45 minutes he comes out, I managed to get a forced smile. Nurse said he did great, could eat in 20 minutes, good to go, no restrictions, bring on the corn on the cob. I got him to the car and he immediately starts in with "I hate this retainer thing, I can't talk, I can't say "s", it feels weird.... blah blah blah. From one bad thing to another. I feel like I have the only 15 year old that is not happy his braces came off. Then I come to this site and read your posts, I am humbled. It's just a journey with so many bumps, I try to be like a river winding around the rocks with ease, easier said than done. It's like trying to fill a bucket with holes. Oh, he also told me this morning that I raised P, my little one with ODD, to hit, to be the way he is, it's all my fault. Is it possible to be autistic/asberger's without the lack of eye contact, socialization issues? It doesn't really matter what box he fits into, the box keeps changing. I could go on and on, but that is my story for the day.