I had a horrendous time getting my eldest diagnosed. I first saw a health visitor with concerns when dc was 8 months old. It was clear to me (as someone who had quite literally never touched a baby before having my own, so no idea about development etc) that she wasn’t developing typically.
I was made to feel as though I was rejecting my baby, that I was constantly trying to find fault with her, that I was in the wrong for daring to question whether something was wrong. It tipped me over into depression, which took me years to recover from (and of purse I was having to cope with a severely disabled toddler at the same time).
It still takes my breath away when I look back, just how much I was passed around from pillar to post, while dd1’s needs were totally overlooked (by 18 months, her only interest was to sit scratching the wall until her fingers bled; she made a hole in the wall eventually).
Then I had dc2, and rather than put myself through all that again, I just coped (significant needs).
Then dc3, some years later. Having had to seek a late diagnosis for dc2, which was no walk in the park - why now? How come you can’t just cope anymore? - I thought I’d go back to early intervention for dc3.
The dx route was so easy that I ended up paranoid and suspicious because it couldn’t be that easy (dc3 is the least disabled child). I continually convinced myself that dc3 would be discharged at each appointment, and was utterly confused and wrongfooted when they kept him on the books.
In all, I have spent 7 years of my dc’s childhoods constantly second guessing myself, feeling I’m the one out of step, that I’m wrong to be chasing ‘labels’, that I’m trying to get some kind of advantage (hollow laugh) for my dc. And that just getting the diagnoses for each of them.
Don’t get me started on yet more wasted years trying to actually get any kind of services.
The day that dd1 finally got her SN school placement, after 3 years of legal wrangling over her Statement (as it was) - this for a child with no functional language, no meaningful social interaction, and no play skills at all - I felt relieved, because at least some part of me could go back to being ‘just’ mum, rather than spending the majority of my time chasing up inadequate services, and educating he people gatekeeping those services as to why their blanket policies were illegal - time that would have been far better spent with my children!