Ds 5.9years and diagnosed ASD at 3.9years. It was the annual meet with paediatrician today. We turned up with no agenda, were met by a different paediatrician(3rd one now)have no idea what her name was,she's never seen DS beore,did the usual questions to us and her scribbling notes, did height and weight and then "oh he's so lovely" she actually said "and what do you want me to do?" so we said try and sort some sensory OT and that was it. It won't happen as he's been on the list for 2 years and the people who deal with OT in special schools haven't got anyone trained in it.
Dad phoned and said how did we get on, related and he was like well what now?
Am crying now as usual after speaking to profressionals,, as well that's it, he's got a label,he's got a statement, he's at special school and there's fuck all else. Dad,who is so supportive, seemed to think it was like a broken leg, get other professional opinions and we'll fix it- so wish it was.