I
met my stepson Wyatt 3 months before his 4th birthday. He stole my heart
the first time I saw his beautiful blonde hair (which was then long and
curly) and his amazing blue eyes and I have loved him ever since! His
dad, my husband John, jokes that I wouldn't have given him a second
date if he hadn't of brought Wyatt with him on the first one :-)
He
and John moved in with me and my daughter Hayley, who had also just
turned 4 two months before Wyatt, and we began our family. Until Wyatt
moved in with me he hadn't had much exposure to a lot of people,
including other children. He had never been in a daycare and until
moving in with Hayley and I, he was watched by his dad and his
biological mother. One worked during the day while the other watched
Wyatt and the other went to work at night after the other got home from
the day shift. They were aware that Wyatt had some delays, especially in
his speech, but contributed it to lack of contact with peers his age.
When they moved in I registered Wyatt for the 4K program in our then
hometown. We slowly started realizing that Wyatt's delays may be more
than just lack of peer contact. His speech was very delayed because he
would just point to things he wanted or pull people to what he wanted to
show them. He didn't want to play with any other children in the 4K
program other than Hayley, who was in the same class as him. He didn't
make eye contact when people talked to him, especially in
confrontational situations, and other than his father and I he wasn't a
big fan of cuddling or hugging like other kids. We also noticed that he
only liked to play with certain toys and he would play with those toys
repeatedly, and if you played with him he would want you to play in a
very specific manner, almost like he scripted the playtime.
Once Wyatt
entered Kindergarten at a different school he started having meltdowns
every day. These meltdowns would happen if the classes schedule was off,
even by a minute, and almost every day at lunch. He refused to eat at
school. That's when John and I decided that we needed to look further
into his problems rather than just believing a speech delay was all that
was to it. I had only briefly heard of Autism at that point and didn't
know a lot about it but knew it sounded a lot like Wyatt. So, we started
where I'm sure a lot of parents do, the school system. They performed
all the tests and told us that Wyatt had ADHD. We knew in our hearts
that he did NOT just have ADHD. There was so much more to it and we knew
it. So we took it to the next step and went to our pediatrician.
She
sent us for more tests, which we waited over 6 months for, that showed
he had ADHD and some learning delays. We still weren't satisfied. At
this point we had been going through this process for over a year. We
moved, found a new pediatrician that sent him for another round of
testing and, after almost 2 years (Wyatt was almost through the 1st
grade) we finally got a proper diagnosis. Wyatt has high functioning
Autism. He was finally able to get appropriate help through an IEP at
school and they HAD to make adjustments for him, adjustments we had to
fight for him to get. He was able to use "dead heads" (noise blocking
headphones) to block out the noise of the classroom, they allowed him to
take his lunch into a different room with supervision to avoid the
stress of a child packed lunchroom, and he was taken on "movement
breaks" every 2 hours to cut down the stress of sitting in a class with
18 other noisy children for too long. His teachers are all now required
to have a visual schedule for him and send me home notice in advance if
anything is going to change so we can get Wyatt prepared for it.
Wyatt
works very hard and is making a lot of progress on working through some
of these problems. Other parents don't understand why our family
celebrates a day that Wyatt can eat his lunch in the lunchroom with his
friends or get through a day without taking a movement break. He makes
us proud every single day, even if he has a hard day, because he tries
with all his heart to not let Autism rule his life