Last week Mini Thor had an evaluation with the Weisskopf Child Evaluation Center. We loaded up in the Equinox with a basket if toys and snacks in the backseat and Granmomma in the front seat. Despite some road construction and stopping for a potty break, we arrived just in time. (Note: being on time for things when you have a toddler is quite a victory in itself!)
He was weighed and measured and checked over by a pediatrician, we were asked tons of questions, and he met with a psychiatrist. Then we waited while everyone discussed their results and opinions. After a little waiting, and Mini Thor rearranging the chairs in the waiting room, we were brought into a room to be told the diagnosis.
I thought we would leave with a diagnosis if Autism or Sensory Processing Disorder, but instead I was told he is OCD. The psychiatrist said he is too young to be “officially” diagnosed as OCD so he was being diagnoses as having an Anxiety Disorder and being hypersensitive (hence the sensory issues he deals with). You may be asking yourself, “what does a toddler have to be anxious about?” But it’s not like being nervous about a new job or a date, it’s like an all around all the time anxiety. We were told he was born this way, that it’s genetic, just like his blue eyes. She went on to say that his sensory issues are because of his anxious temperament, he is hypersensitive because he is hyperalert to his surroundings. (She also talked about how brilliant he is, and if course Granmomma said “I’ve always said he’s brilliant!”)
So what does this mean for Mini Thor, well, this means I can explain a little when people say “you have a strange child” and maybe it’ll be easier for family to understand his meltdowns over little things like his socks not being on right. I’m still having trouble really deciding how I feel about it, honestly. It still feels like there is uncertainty there since they can’t “officially” diagnosis him as OCD. But then again, when is life ever certain.
In a few weeks we’ll receive a written report in the mail with recommendations. The psychiatrist said she would send me a list of books that I might want to read, I’m looking forward to that. In the mean time in doing research and thinking of questions to call and ask once I get the report.
But the bottom line is, he is still my funny, quirky, adorable little boy no matter what label he is given. I loved him before his was born and that love has grown as he has. I loved him before diagnosis and I’ll still love him today, tomorrow, and everyday for the rest of forever!
He’s still my Mini Thor and I love him quirks and all 🙂
He’s still the same silly boy who loves to make funny faces with me…
So we have a diagnosis now, and it’s a relief to have some answers. I know there may be some rough days ahead as we encounter people who won’t understand him and people who will judge (since mental illness often carries a stigma)…but I will always love him! ❤