I ran into Builder's very first preschool teacher the other day grocery shopping. She asked what grade he was in and how he was doing. I was able to tell her well and we had eventually figured him out. I also told her I would always remember her because she was the first person to validate what I knew about Builder. He was different from other kids. Three pediatricians had told me it was nothing, no big deal, the fact he was unable to go anywhere in public successfully at age three. Our extended family had suggested in turn, "sibling rivalry", "terrible two's", "it's just a stage" and "little kids-little problems, big kids-big problems" and "spare the rod, spoil the child". In other words, deal with it.
However, Builder's very experienced teacher finally called with the words, "Why is he so angry?" "Uhhh...we don't know, why is he so angry? What is up????" And I was thrilled, finally someone else saw what I did. This child needed help and wasn't behaving normally. So we began the path of therapies, studies, evaluations, and hoisting money toward anything that might help. As a teacher, I knew we only had six years to work with; I have always felt if you don't fix it by ten, the teenage years take control. We have six more months before Builder turns ten. I think, hope, and pray, our past arduous years will pay off.
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