This all happened in front of my son, so it was very hard to question them more about this so we left, absolutely reeling by this bombshell.
Should I be happy? Should I feel relieved? Well yes, I guess I should but that wasn’t how I felt.
Because, put quite simply, I felt that they were wrong.
His behaviour was put down to his dyspraxia, the dyspraxia diagnosis that had come a year before that had only been given because his “autism” was a barrier to his mild dyspraxia.
I was reeling, I rang my husband, who was equally shocked, and honestly angry. He couldn’t quite believe that the paediatrician, who doesn’t normally commit to a diagnosis prior to further testing, but did in our case, could have got it so wrong.
And of course it hadn’t been just the paediatrician who thought our boy was autistic, several experienced professionals had also believed this to be the right diagnosis.
A few days later my son started secondary school. I informed the SENCO of the diagnosis. To say he was shocked was an understatement but said that he should observe the first few weeks at school before we take any action.
Very quickly he felt that we should contact the paediatrician and ask for our boy to be reassessed citing that the SENCO had many concerns about our son.
Which is what I tried to do, but unfortunately the paediatrician had now left the hospital.
Many emails later, to no avail.
By this time, my son’s school life was deteriorating rapidly. He was being bullied and his anxiety was escalating.
Incidentally, my son had by now told me that he thought the doctor was wrong, he felt that he was autistic because he felt so different to his friends.
So we went to see our GP, I wanted it on record what was going on in Dominic’s life, the bullying, the anxiety, as we were considering home schooling.