Knowledge is power

Anxiety is such a jerk! I feel exhausted all day long but once I get my pajamas on and climb into bed, I’m wide awake. Last night I was in bed by nine o’clock but didn’t go to sleep until after two o’clock. I was too busy reading posts in foster parenting groups about different behavioral and mental disorders in children. Who knew there were so many? Evan has been diagnosed with ADHD but my training through google.com has left me unsure. (Humor)

Seriously though, I would read a story the foster parent shared and then I would look up the signs or symptoms of the disorder they were describing. For several weeks I have suspected that he may have fetal alcohol syndrome. From what I gather, there is no way to know for sure unless the birth mother admits to drinking while she was pregnant.

Another thing I found was sensory seeking disorder. I copied this from understood.org.

  • Stand too close when talking to others and not have a good sense of personal space. (Learn how one mom taught this to her son using the “elbow rule.”)
  • Have an unusual tolerance for pain.
  • Walk with loud, heavy steps.
  • Enjoy jumping, hopping, and bumping and crashing into things and people—sometimes to the point of being unsafe.
  • Not know his own strength. (He may rip paper when writing, break toys or hurt others by accident.)
  • Prefer “rough play” on the playground.
  • Touch people and objects often.
  • Seek out or make loud noises.
  • Chew on shirt sleeves or collars and other non-food items

He literally has every one of these.

Remember the lady I talked about that did respite for Evan last week? She has been texting me this week and she asked me if I was familiar with reactive attachment disorder. I had never heard of it, so I looked it up.

  • Disobedient-check
  • Defiant- check
  • Trouble sleeping- check
  • Argumentative- double check
  • Incessant chatter- one thousand checks

Out of the thirty signs that were listed, he had all, except four.

There were several things I looked up that I didn’t think fit him. The good news is that he has an appointment with his psychiatrist tomorrow. I am hoping she can give me more insight about these disorders. I don’t think I am qualified in any way to make a diagnosis. It never hurts to research things on your own though. If nothing else, I popped the bubble that I’ve been living in and learned about real issues that children and parents are dealing with every day.