Crazy Train

Okay, so I suck at blogging.

Anyway.

So, this is a shameless bid for support. Jonah will start his PPCD program on Monday the 17th. Cue shallow breathing, sleepless nights, hysterical bursts of tears. I really just got used to sending him to preschool 10 hours per week, and now I'm sending him to the elementary school for 25 hours per week. Bad thoughts: I feel like I'm handing off my kid for someone else to "fix". I feel like I'm ripping him away from his twin. I'm afraid that the close connection we have will suffer with all these hours apart.

Rational thoughts: He is autistic, and needs 20+ hours per week of DTT, plus speech and OT. I am obviously not qualified to do any of this myself (and even if I were, Gabby would just jump in with the answers before Jonah could even respond). Plus, he needs the social interaction with a real peer group. His new school schedule will also allow me to put some of my focus on Gabby, which she deserves, because let's face it- the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and she's been pushed to the back of the line far too often.

Jonah has responded so well to private therapies, and I suspect that he will really take off in this program, but I'm letting my fears get the best of me, as usual. Right? Like, this is the right decision and all will be well and Jonah will thrive. Right?

Oh, and PS- Did you know that there is a particularly unattractive form of psoriasis that you can get following a strep infection and/or period of extreme stress? Oh, yes. For extra fun this holiday season, I upgraded from garden-variety housewife frump to full-on gargoyle. Ho ho ho. Thank God for steroids.