Or PDD is what they call it – possibly Aspergers. My 14-year-old nephew has it and our oldest granddaughter has it. Maybe. Her pediatrician has diagnosed her with PDD, but what type – I’m thinking either NOS or Aspergers. Those are the two best options and even they do not inspire happiness. Evaluations at Kennedy Krieger are the next step and we may hear that dreaded “A” word. But as they say, the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know. I cannot help but feel guilty for all the times I was impatient with her because I thought she was misbehaving when she just needed more time to process what I was telling her. The poor kid is having such troubles in school. She is the brunt of her classmates and kids can be cruel. “But she has such a good little heart!” I want to scream, give her a chance.
And all those things we worry about when we send our kids off to school – whether the world will be as kind to them as we are – are magnified a gazillion times. What kind of adulthood will she have? Will she be safe as a teenager? Will she go to college? “Of course she will,” the doctor says.
We just have to have patience with her – and teach the rest of the world to do the same.
