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Simon at the Special Olympics Awards, 2012
Simon at the Special Olympics Awards, 2012

Pulling the plug.

Throwing in the towel.

Hearing the fat lady sing.

All signs that it’s at the end and time to give up.

And all things that you don’t want to think about when it comes to your child.

Yet there we were, after years of OT (occupational therapy) and speech therapy, and things didn’t seem to be progressing, so we asked for a meeting with his therapists.  And they appeared strangely happy to get together.

So we showed up one morning for our meeting and found out…they were done.  They both said there was nothing more they could do.  Therapy was going nowhere, and he wasn’t progressing, just going around in circles.  There he was, ten years old, and still at a three to four year old level.  And there was nothing they could do to advance him any further.

I’ll be honest, I was mad.  Why did we have to call the meeting?  Shouldn’t they have talked to us sooner instead of just taking our money week after week, even after their testing showed that they weren’t going anywhere?

But being mad had to take a back seat to the most important thing: figuring out what to do next.  Because it’s not like we’re the first people to ever have someone else give up.  Even recently, parents have been counseled to just drop their children into institutions or send them away to schools where they become someone else’s problem, and some parents, not knowing what else to do, go ahead and do it.  But it’s not like the therapists we worked with suggested putting him in a home.  They had just reached their limits and had no idea where to go.  They were giving up.

Obviously, we weren’t.  We may not be bringing him back there, but we are looking for other places to take him, other places that may help him learn and grow.  Maybe it’s not easy, trying to find a new place to work with, a new group of people, and not know if it’s going to help or not.  But who said it had to be easy?

In the meantime, there’s something to be said for having a kid who still loves Winnie the Pooh and big hugs and has memorized all the Steve episodes of Blue’s Clues.