I feel like tomorrow is the first day of the rest of everything. Tomorrow Muffin goes back with me to see the child psychologist. We have all of our surveys filled out. I have stacks of paper containing all the evaluations he has had in the past.
I just keep rolling the words around in my head...
Does my son have Asperger's?
Is it possible?
But he's doing so great.... Maybe he is just unique.
What would a diagnosis really mean? Does it really matter?
I guess we'll find out.