January 25th, 2005
Today is Tuesday. Yesterday was Monday…my son doesn’t like me on Mondays. I swear…every Monday he’s mad at me. Kenny picked him up from school yesterday and he fell asleep on the way home. When he woke up, he gave me this disgusted look and walked away. He ignored me and kept going to Kenny when he needed something. Most Mondays are the same story. I think he’s mad at me because I wasn’t home when he woke up in the morning like I was on the weekend. He’s mad and he’s making me pay. Turkey butt.
It took a couple of hours to turn him around and when I did, it was really sweet. We’re in the last couple of days of the Sensory Learning Program and part of the program consists of sitting in a dark room for 20 minutes and looking at this magenta light. Well, I was in the closet with Jakob looking at the light and he finally decided that he would acknowledge me. He pulled me closer to him, sat on my lap and nuzzled his head in my chest. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his tummy. The affection he now shows is awesome. For so long he didn’t want to be touched or held…now he asks for it.
To top off the whole closet experience, he started playing with my necklace. He was all snuggled up with me and he was rubbing my pendant that has the word “believe” engraved on it. I took that as a sign that he wants me to keep believing. So I said, “you got it, buddy” and gave him a big bear hug and a kiss. God, I love that kid.
That’s my happy story…I like happy stories the best. I’m not big on complaining. Complaining exhausts me and I don’t have the time to be exhausted. So I will keep my complaining to a minimum.
I hate insurance companies…hate them. How can an insurance company deny speech therapy to a 3 ½-year-old who’s never spoken a word???? Trying to deal with the insurance company has been beyond frustrating. One day they say this, the next day something different. I don’t get it and I don’t like them, I get very upset over all this hassle. I just try to keep it in perspective…there are so many families in way worse shape than us. There are kids who need a lot more than speech therapy and they don’t have any insurance at all. I remind myself of that and then I remind myself to “breathe”. I’ve been breathing a lot. It really seems to help. Breathe. One more for good measure…breathe.
Moving on…
I have to say that the toughest thing for me this week has been trying to prepare Kenny for this test tomorrow. I just don’t think he’s grasping what’s going on. I love the fact that he believes that everything is gonna be alright…I believe that too. But I’m also well aware of what we’re up against. I know what Jakob’s current limitations are and I know how to get the most out of him. I can’t tell you how many times Kenny has said “Jakob’s just a normal 3-year-old that doesn’t talk”…I wish that were the case. It’s not. Jakob has special needs and I so desperately need Kenny to accept that so we can both do everything we can to help him. But…Kenny’s a dad who adores his son more than anything. He doesn’t want to accept it. I get that. I just don’t know how hard I should press the issue and how much sugar-coating I should do. Do I just lay it on the line?? I almost think I have no choice…I’ve been trying the subtle approach and it hasn’t gotten me very far.
The worst part is other people are noticing his denial. Friends, therapists, family. I try to explain to them where Kenny’s head is at but it’s hard since I’m so frustrated with him. It’s at the point where Kenny’s inability to see Jakob for who he is slows me down.
Kenny questions every move I make with Jakob. For instance…Jakob can’t focus on anything if the tv is too loud. When I’m home alone with Jakob, the tv is on a music channel and it’s very soft. I ask Kenny to turn it down and he gets mad. I explain to him that Jakob can’t concentrate with the tv so loud and he says that Jakob needs to adjust to his environment. Wrong. Jakob is different and we need to accommodate his needs. It’s not about us anymore…it’s about Jakob. So…we argue. I give up and Jakob isn’t able to focus on what I’m trying to help him with. Here we go again…I’m getting riled up…breathe…breathe…breathe…
I may have to call in for back-up…I just hate to put anybody else up against Kenny…he’s a tough nut. Not many people can handle him…maybe I’ll call his family.
One thing I will say about Kenny…I’ve never known a more loving father. He adores Jakob, it’s obvious. He just needs to learn to love Jakob more on Jakob’s terms than his own. I’ll keep working on that.
This afternoon I’m gonna mentally prepare myself for the ADOS. I’ll also continue to breathe…a lot. And as I breathe, I’ll try to keep in mind that it’s all about perspective and all things considered, I got it pretty good.
-Jenn