Wednesday, August 3, 2016

OUR FIRST GLIMPSE OF AUTISM

Our journey with autism began right before Scarlett’s 2nd birthday. We’ve had therapist ask if looking back there were warning signs that we missed.  Looking back I don’t think there was anything we missed. Scarlett was always right where she was supposed to be developmentally until she wasn’t.  She started walking right before she turned 9 months old, and talked early. What my husband and I can both pinpoint is where the regression happened. I remember the day that I called my husband worried about Scarlett because she stopped saying thank you. The word thank you changed into this weird noise in a day. I called my husband who was at work and told him I thought something was wrong. I was honestly worried at the time that she’d had a seizure or bumped her head and I’d missed it. He of course told me not to worry that it was probably nothing. If only.

Within a week’s time Scarlett lost most of her language. She stopped enjoying being cuddled and wanted to be left alone in her room with her blankets. She would lay on the floor and suck her thumb. It was winter time so I figured she could have the flu or be sick with a bug. I called her pediatrician to schedule a sick appointment but her 2 year checkup was only a week away so I decided to wait for this appointment. By the time we arrived at the doctor’s office Scarlett was still the same. Autism was nowhere on my radar at that point. Once her pediatrician came in she looked her over and kept asking many questions about our concerns. She then told us that Scarlett had come up on their screening questionnaire as needing to be evaluated for autism. I honestly can’t remember much after that. The drive home was a fog. I remember Craig saying over and over again not to worry that she didn’t have autism that they were just being cautious and making sure. He thought she was just going through a speech regression and that it was just a delay. 

From that moment on I watched her like a hawk. Her symptoms started to worse as time went on and we waited the 4 months to get in to see an autism specialist. She could stay in her room by herself for hours with her blankets. She would just lay in the floor. If we went out in public she wanted to run away from us non-stop. Our son’s soccer practice became unmanageable and my husband had to stop coaching to help me look after Scarlett. She started to bite and hit herself. She no longer wanted to go on walks to pick flowers, and her food choices became more and more limited. If she could have it her way she would have ate raisins and fruit snacks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She was still breaking out in rashes constantly, and her dry skin would crack open no matter what lotion we tried. 
She no longer cared about dresses. She wanted to wear the same clothes every single day. It was as if someone had taken everything that made Scarlett and just wiped the slate clean. This was the hardest time for me. I kept saying to myself I just want her back, but it wasn't up to me.

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