Well I am back.
DS didn't have a bad day. He was having a good day. However the paed said "its obvious that he is on the spectrum". God knows what she would have said if he was having a bad day then.
She was lovely, but very blunt. He has, (now how did she put it), difficulties that are apparent and consistent with an Autistic Spectrum Disorder. He has ASD. Its obvious he has ASD. It is high functioning, but he's Autistic and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I can't change it, I can't get rid of it, I can't pretend its not happening. All of the "we think that" and "we think it suggests that" and "But we can't diagnose that", which we've had so far from people who can't diagnose, but still gave you the little glimmer of hope that maybe there was nothing wrong and it was going to go away has been blown away by the paediatrician who can diagnose, stating, very starkly that he has Autism.
So I've signed the form that agrees for the multi-disciplinary team to meet and confirm said diagnosis. She said there was nothing that could be argued with on any of the assessment tests or evidence to say that it wasn't ASD and that it would be passed as such. I am guessing she wouldn't say that if there was any doubt at all.
So officially: My son has ASD.
I called my DH who said "why are you upset, its not unexpected, you knew it was going to be that". Knobber. Maybe if he'd have been the one sitting though the assessment he wouldn't be so bloody blasé about it. Maybe I am being harsh though and its just his knobbish way of dealing with it.
On the bright side, my DM was waiting outside and I got her to come in so she had to listen to the paed. The Paed took her through it and was very blunt again that he was autistic and there is no argument. I think, at least, now she will start to accept it as well and will be on my side a bit more so I am not having to deal with her denial.
So there you go. It doesn't matter if you expect it. Its still a kick in the guts when it happens, regardless.