We finally have the assessment from the Autism team for DS (7) this week.
I'm scared, so scared. I'm scared they'll say they see nothing there with him, that we're just rubbish parents who've messed him up. I'm equally scared that they will see what we see and say he is autistic.
I know in my heart he is, I've always known, even when others have shouted me down, but the thought of it being made official, well, it breaks my heart.
I don't want this life for him. I don't want him to struggle, to be scared, confused, not know how to behave or react.
I worry about him as he gets older, how will he manage? I see already the gap between him and his peers and I know it'll only get bigger.
Others see a snapshot of him and think he's fine. They don't see the daily struggle we have with him. The panic in his eyes when something doesn't go to plan. The bolting he does, the running into the road, the violence he displays to us.
Yet, he's my boy, my beautiful baby boy. He makes me laugh, he fills my heart with pride and joy. He's bright and sweet and kind.
I'm sick of being in limbo, not knowing how to explain when he's kicking off in public, trying to ignore the stares and tuts and mutters about him being a spoilt brat. He isn't! Then I think, "is he?" Have we done this?
Sorry, I just needed to get this down. I know you'll all understand.