We live in Severn with our
two children, Ashton who's twelve and Shea who just turned
seven. It took us five and a half years to have
a second child and we were thoroughly delighted with our
little miracle.
Ashton on the other hand
had varying opinions; having been an only child for five
and a half years, she sometimes was less than thrilled
with our new addition. After approximately six months
she decided that, since he wasn't going anywhere, he wasn't
so bad to have around. Still, there were times when
she resented the inconvenience of having a baby in the
house. We had often enjoyed spur-of-the-moment activities;
with the baby, things had to be planned and then were
subject to change. We often would promise her that
this wouldn't last forever, that when he turned three
we would be able to do that sort of thing again.
We never imagined that this was so terribly wrong.
When Shea was about 2-1/2 years old we realized something
was not right. He'd always been a very active baby,
but now he seemed to ignore us when we would tell him
to stop. He also had stopped singing, which was
something he always enjoyed. His verbalization also
became less frequent. Concerned about what was happening,
Tammy expressed her concerns to the pediatrician.
According to him, Shea was in the terrible twos and was
just spoiled. The behavior continued and together
we made another appointment with the doctor. Sitting
in the doctor's office we again told him what was going
on. At some point Tammy began to cry and I asked
"Do you really think this is normal?". He informed
me he saw this sort of thing all the time, but to ease
our minds he would give us a referral to have Shea tested.
It was at this point he added "When they tell you there's
nothing wrong with him, come back to me and I'll give
you a referral to a behaviorist to teach you how to handle
him".
We took Shea to Mt. Washington
Pediatric Hospital to see a Neuropsychologist. There
we were told he had ADHD and a learning disability.
It was also recommended that we take him to a psychiatrist
to be evaluated. There we were told he was "mentally
retarded provisional", which means providing that Shea
answered the questions the next time he was tested and
got them wrong, he would be retarded. Our next stop
was Child Find, where they diagnosed him developmentally
delayed. It was a sales catalog from Toys R Us that
had a letter