Thanks for your help Indigo. I've made an appointment at my GP for next week and will start putting things into motion. I asked the school about the EdPsych referral and they said it could be weeks by the time she has seen him and written her report as there is only one in our area at the moment. I guess if I want to find out what is going on, its down to me.
If no one minds I'm just going to take a moment to put down in writing some of the stuff that is making me alternatively
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about what is happening at the moment.
NB: This is a blatant rant. Apologies, but have nowhere else.
First off why does it have to be my role to reassure every other bugger that DS will be OK when I don't know myself what the outcome will be?
My DH is alternating between the "I wouldn't be surprised if it was ASD as he's always been hard work and has always done x, y and z". Well if you were so fucking certain why the hell didn't you say something or do something about it before now eh? Then within hours he's flipped back to his usual stance of "We shouldn't need to pander to him to get him to do stuff, he should just do it. You let him get away with too much."
Hello? 5 mins ago you were telling me that you've always suspected there was a problem and now you are telling me its because I am too lenient???
So over the weekend he ends up sending DS into a screaming tantrum as he didn't let him follow his night-time routine as "He shouldn't need to do it" and the next night, he's following it to the letter. Where's the consistency?
Next I have my parents who firmly believe that there isn't any problem, that the school are overreacting, that its his age and, of course, my poor parenting. Well you both can get stuffed and go and sit with my DH while you shake your head at how crap I am why don't you and I'll keep on reassuring you all that all is well and I'll keep on going to the meetings at school and I'll make the appointment at the GP by myself as obviously a little support for me would be too fucking much to ask even though I'm also dealing with the fact that my child has behaviour problems that have "worried" the school and his teachers.
Oh and then there is the guilt. Well thank you fucking life for the guilt. Guilt that now school has pointed it out that its not normal for a child to run around flapping his hands about making groaning and grunting noises, I actually realise that its not and have therefore done my child a disservice by not trying to sort things out earlier.
Oh and then realising that without realising it we have fucking routines for everything and I've just so got into the habit of following them and avoiding situations where he will misbehave as he can't deal with them and the screaming and anger and the hitting himself when he can't hope and how the hell did I not notice it??? Although of course DH has noticed it, but because I was insisting it was just his age its my fucking fault that he didn't push for it to be looked into earlier.
And then the anger. Well that is mostly directed at myself, branching out into my family and then having to sit on my hands not to reply to posters who want to know where in the class their DC is as if there's a problem they want to know about it. Having to stop myself from screaming, "Oh if there was a problem they would bloody well let you know, so just shut up and be grateful that your child is so fucking normal that they don't feel the need to say anything at all to you."
And when the anger goes, I can't stop crying and then I get angry again and yet somehow I need to carry on as before, coming into work, attending meetings, earning money, when what I actually want to do is take my DS and run away to an island somewhere where he can be different to his hearts content and where I don't need to deal with it.
All I want is for my child to be happy, to fit in, to have friends and to do OK at school. I am not going to get it am I?
I know there are so many who have much worse problems in their lives than this, so apologies for this massive self pitying rant, but better get it out here than go and punch the "friend" who I confided in for support who said, "well he has always been a bit strange." and then went on to tell me how well her DD was doing.