Went to a MN meet up this morning with DS and I was so nervous because he isnt great at all with other children and before we left he had been in meltdown refusing to put clothes on so we very nearly stayed home. But we got there and it was so surreal - he just played so happily with one little boy (NT) around his age for over an hour non stop. He didnt look for me, he didnt need me to do everything for him. He talked to the boy easily and properly. He even imitated the boy's use of language! He played with him.
I was watching from the next room & talking to the other Mum's but just had this horrible sinking feeling. What if he isnt autistic?? I mean that would normally be a good thing but as we have been through so much and finally resigned ourselves to it, its so confusing. I am confused and scared. All because a playdate didnt end in tears. I must be going mad!
What do you do with the "good" days? What do you think about them, do they mean everything that came before was wrong?