One Year Follow-Up

Little Bear was diagnosed with PDD-NOS in July of 2016. It was a devastating day for our family and I was overcome by a range of feelings ranging from fear to desperation to anger, culminating in an anxiety attack that I thought would overwhelm my entire being.  There is no way to easily describe how it feels to have your child’s future slip through your fingers like grains of sand, becoming indistinguishable from its previous self as it blends into the endless beach that makes up the Autism spectrum.

This past year has been filled with a number of ups and downs, many of which I’ve written about in this blog. We’ve gone from an almost-completely non-verbal 18 month old who was just starting to walk to a speaking child with a large vocabulary, but difficulties in sentence formation and word combinations. He can run, squat, and is trying to jump, even though he’s not quite there yet. A year ago he didn’t make any eye contact unless you were playing a game and he didn’t respond to his name. Now he makes eye contact most of the time, has developed joint attention, and he answers to his name most of the time. He’s a nice child and we’re very proud of his progress.

There have been ups and downs with providers. Finding a good support system of therapists is not an easy task. We found an excellent OT right away, but everyone else has been rough. We’re starting to settle in. We’ll see what happens in August when school starts and everything gets shaken up, but for now the therapy is settled and to our satisfaction.

Then there’s what should be the key component: the neurologist. At our second appointment in October, he went over the results of Little Bear’s MRI/EEG. He said Little Bear had a bright spot in the area where all of his symptoms were located. That, combined with his unremarkable genetic testing results, made him tell us that there was a very good chance that he actually had delayed myelination rather than ASD. He said, “Look. I’m going to give you the ASD diagnosis because you need it to get services. But honestly, I don’t think your son is autistic. We’ll know more in a year after you repeat the MRI.”

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Goals were made, goals were reached. Milestones were hit. Progress was achieved. We were very proud of our son and felt confident going into his MRI earlier this month.

I held his little hand while they burritoed him up for the IV. I stroked his hair as he fought the sedation. I rocked him and held him when he came out and tried to get him to eat or drink something so we could go home. When he was finally cleared for home, we had a weeklong waiting game in which we would wait patiently for his appointment so we would receive hopefully-good news from his neurologist.

The day of the appointment came. We went in, nervous for the results that would potentially be as life-changing for us as the diagnosis he received a year prior. We felt confident, though. We knew our Little Bear was slowly opening up to us more and more. We were sure that good news would come from this meeting.

We entered the room and the neurologist asked us when we were going to do the MRI. We looked at each other, confused.

“We did the MRI last week.”

“Where did you do it? It’s not in the system.”

“We did it at Hospital Where Big Bear Was Born.”

“Why didn’t you do it here at Big Children’s Hospital?”

“Because they called us less than a week before and told us that they no longer accepted our insurance. Then they called us 2 days after and asked why we didn’t come to our appointment and said they did, in fact, accept our insurance now.”

Dr. Neurologist looked up the MRI results on his computer and spent at most 1 minute reading them.

“Well, his MRI came back as normal. It says everything is unremarkable. The EEG shows improvement. It’s a much faster reaction time.”

Papi Bear and I start getting excited. Smiles abound. Holding each other’s hands a little tighter. This was incredible news!

Dr. Neurologist kept talking and saying, “Yeah, so nothing really interesting.” We were stunned. What? Nothing interesting? You literally just told us that our son most likely had delayed myelination. This is incredible news! We asked about this.

“Oh no, you just didn’t understand what I said last time. I never said your son might have delayed myelination. Your son is autistic. You need to accept that. It’s obvious.”

“Dr. Neurologist, you told us it might be delayed myelination at two appointments. You gave us in-depth descriptions of why. You told us, ‘I’m giving him an ASD diagnosis, but he might not have the same one in a year or two.’ This was the reason you ordered the MRI again.”

“Again, you misunderstood what I said. I never said that he wasn’t autistic or that it was delayed myelination. That’s something completely unrelated. Also, even though this came back as unremarkable, it was done at a different hospital and it was read by a different tech. There is room for error. You need to accept the results. There are studies being done related to genes, but when you have a gene that is multiplied or is irregular, there are currently no therapies to change it.”

I stopped him right there. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how autism is genetic and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Our son’s genetic screening came back normal. There were no markers for autism.”

My god if this man didn’t decide to do a 5 second diagnostic exam of my bored 2 year old RIGHT THEN AND THERE. Yep. He sure as hell did. He pulled out the diagnostic criteria for ASD and started asking “told you so” tone questions.

“Well, I can see right now he has repetitive motions. He’s walking in circles.”

“Actually, he’s singing his favorite song and it’s a circle song. He’s bored. He only walks in circles when he’s singing to himself.”

“But he doesn’t have joint attention. He should have had that a long time ago and he still doesn’t.”

“What are you talking about? We go to the park and point at planes together all the time when they fly overhead. His joint attention may not be perfect, but it’s there.”

“Does your child like Mickey Mouse?”

“I guess so. As much as the next kid, I guess.”

“Look over there! It’s Mickey!”

My son was facing the door because he wanted to leave, but he looked over to see what Dr. Neurologist was pointing at. Dr. Neurologist claimed he didn’t see it and tried again. This time Little Bear glanced for a second, but he already knew what was there, so why linger?

He wrote on his paper “NO” next to “joint attention.”

He went through the list… Questioned us. “Observed.” At the end, he paused… I knew why. Because I’ve done the MCHAT a thousand times. I do it every single month. And for the past 3 months or so it has always resulted the same: “At risk.” A year ago he was “high risk.” Now he’s “at risk.” He has improved greatly. He’s no longer a clear cut case. Dr. Neurologist seemed upset at our son’s five second diagnosis. He told us to come back in nine months.

Papi Bear and I left furious. We were both expecting our child to leave with good news and we felt that this doctor had not even opened his case file before we walked in. The tipping point for me was the spiel on genetics when our son’s genetic testing was clear. This told me that this doctor knew nothing about our son. He cared nothing about our son. He didn’t want to do anything about our son. He just threw him in a heap with a bunch of other kids and couldn’t be bothered to look up his records and see what he had said previously.

I called the office the following day to make an appointment with the other neurologist in the practice. No can do. They don’t do “second opinions” within  the same practice. There is one other practice in my county and we’ve been trying to get an appointment for a year now without success. I was in tears because nobody would help our child. I complained to Big Children’s Hospital’s complaint line and they said that this is a separate office that doesn’t represent them. I told them, “Like hell they don’t represent you. They have your name on their office and they are in your building. They most certainly represent you. They’re your neurologists on your website and I just want to see a different doctor because this one didn’t even read my child’s case file.”

Nope. Nothing. Can’t do a damn thing for us. They said they would talk to the office manager and get back to us. It’s been over a week and nobody’s called me. I’m not surprised in the least.

So that’s where we are now. We’re nowhere. We have a horrible neurologist who doesn’t look at our son’s data with an objective eye. We can’t get an appointment with another neurologist because there are literally none outside of these two practices. We paid for these expensive tests to be done and nobody bothered to properly compare them to the first ones.

I’m just done.

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Author: goldilocksbabybear

A mother dealing with the struggles of finding out her child is autistic.

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