A Bike For B

I have been looking, for the past year and a bit, to purchase a special bike for B. Because of her stroke at birth, her epilepsy, her spatial and attention problems, B cannot ride a regular bike and especially not in traffic. When she was little and could go on my bike it was not an issue, but now she is 13 and 130 pounds so trail-a-bikes and gators are no longer an option.

I have found the perfect bike. (See the link) We have to order it from the states. It is $1300 plus $700 shipping. We've looked into funding options, but they have not proved fruitful. Some charities only pay for specific items, some have very limited times to apply, and another wanted us to consider Canadian companies, at a cost of several thousand more for bikes not as appropriate. People have been offering to contribute to purchasing this bike, but I wanted to check out all of our options first.

Turns out ther aren't really any. :/ And the sooner we could get it, the better for B, who has been waiting for a bike for quite awhile.

So I am putting this out there. If you feel like you would like to contribute to getting B this bike, she and I would be very grateful. I have a paypal set up bikeforb@gmail.com. And please share this post with your friends.

The Positive From A Rough Morning

     B awoke in a rage this morning. Andrew had turned on SpongeBob Squarepants on her computer. The "Are you ready?" of the opening song compels B to get up. It is her weakness, and she does not appreciate that we know this. She got up and growled, then watched some and ate her breakfast. When it came time to get dressed, she grew very angry at Andrew and shut herself in her room, determined never to talk to either of us again.

      The positive things are that she didn't hit, and she actually told him why she felt so mad.

"I am pissed because you touched my personal belongings (computer) without asking! Wouldn't you be pissed if someone did that to you? Huh?"

     That represents a huge leap for B. Her anger usually has no explanations, she just has rage and she does not know why. Thinking about it and expressing herself like that makes a huge difference in trying to calm her down.

     We gave her a few minutes, and then I got her Anger Scale and went and climbed into bed with her. We talked about where she felt she registered on it at that moment, and where we needed to get to (baseline). Then I drew some pictures on her back, and put her bra on Sparky, and all the planets aligned for her again.

     I have to say, Sparky's bosoms look simply fantastic in a bra. He needs some depilatory cream, though.

New Puppy and IEP

Phew, the last few weeks have been hectic. We got a new puppy, just three months old, and he is a handful. Such a cutie, though, and he will end up being a very big dog. He's a Shepherd/Retriever mix, and we named him Crowbar. I'll post pictures later. B loves him.

Sparky tolerates him, but he lets the puppy sleep next to him, and he's pretty patient with him. The puppy adores Sparky.

In other news, we finally had an IEP at B's school. That is an Individualized Education Plan, and we should have two a year, but with the teacher's job action, we had to wait. B is doing well in class, even with her behaviour problems. Her teacher said that she is the only kid in class who gets their jokes.

Her counsellor, Behaviour Consultant, and Social Worker all went to the meeting. We will keep working on her social skills, peer interaction, and Life Skills development. She has had some hard times dealing with the kids in her class, because her social skills are very undeveloped.

We put her in a Life Skills class on Saturdays, run by CLBC, and for the summer I will enroll her in another Life Skills program, one that I hope she will continue in the fall.

Her neurologist is retiring. We have had him as her doctor for many years, and I quite like him. We don't have a new one yet.

This Post Is About Me

     Today I am going to do something I don't often do, and that is write candidly about my own emotional life. I probably should write more about it, because the parents of kids like B suffer a huge psychological toll. In my last Mandt training course, we were discussing this a bit, the grieving, isolation, fear, and the losses you experience because your peers do not get where you are, and your kid is on a completely different trajectory than you envisioned when you started down the path of parenting. And, of course, the economic realities of having a special needs kid, who not only costs more now, but will need your financial support for their whole life, can just add to your sense of futility.
     For the last two years, and the last five months in particular, I have been battling depression. I have done well, I'm active, getting lots of exercise, but I have little to no energy for friends or social situations. I'd rather spend the time with Sparky. Part of it, right now, was getting my hopes up that B would have her testing, she'd get her surgery, and the seizure part of her life would be over. But that didn't happen, and even though she's not had any seizures for a couple of months, I've been here before, and I know they will resurface. It's a waiting game, always a waiting game.
     But it is also due to the fact that working seems so difficult right now, and it is really, really hard on me. I worked so hard in school, and planned on working when I graduated, then maybe going on with more schooling. That isn't what happened, and likely won't now. I am $100,000 in debt now, to student loans, and B needs an RDSP . I can't pay both of those things.
     What's more, the longer I spend not working, the more I feel incapable of working.  And I can intellectualize that all I want, about incurring more debt being worth it, or that I can work when she's older, but none of that helps how I feel. And it makes me angry that if B was in care, the foster parent would get a couple of grand a month to care for her. I'm not knocking foster parents, what they are paid is likely not enough, and it's a hard job, but not supporting the natural parents to at least that same degree makes no sense to me. It's like setting us up for failure. I get $288 a month in disability payments for B. I just finally got respite funding of $188 dollars a month. which is not enough to hire the at home help I would need to pay for someone to be HERE to care for B at home if I worked. It would cover an after school program, but B's day is already from 7:30 am to 4:00 pm, and I don't want to make it longer. Further, if I get even a part time job, and make just a few hundred dollars a month, I will lose that funding all together.  So any job I get will have to make enough to justify losing the respite and the disability amount. That would only make sense if I got a full time job, but one that still accommodates the flexibility I need.
     That is all so convoluted, it hurts my head.
     B's Behavioural consultant suggested becoming a behavioural consultant. I have the practical experience, but not really the education for that. But, you know what, my whole life is kid and disability, and I don't want to do it for a living. I'm already burnt out. I'm going to wake up, deal with B's behaviour, take a bus, deal for a couple of hours with a kid with B's problems, then come back home and deal with B? I have other skills, I have a degree, I would like to do something that is not high stress, intensive childcare of a special needs kid.
     The good thing that has happened lately is the Mandt training. Mandt was first designed for prisons, to reduce the high death and incident rate that result from the restraints traditionally taught to guards. The fundamental principal, that all behaviour is the result of unmet need, has really helped me re frame B's behaviour. Now, when she acts out, instead of reacting to her violent behaviour, I focus on safety, establishing baseline, and trying to figure out her needs, the ones she can't express. In two weeks, I will have a very specific safety plan in place for her, but already, the incident rate has reduced, and except for a a few bits of behaviour lately, the last couple of weeks have been good.
    I am not going to give up fighting the depression. I am going to try to spend as much time as I can with people that understand me, value me, and give back to me the energy I give to them. I've realised lately how important that is, to have friends that make the effort even when I'm down. Especially then. And having that expectation, that my energy will be matched, is a very reasonable one. It's too easy, when you're feeling depressed, to allow yourself to be under valued, which just makes everything worse.

Back To School

B was aggressive and violent with me last night. I spent the whole time thinking, "Please, do not step on my broken toe. Please," and she didn't, although there was lots of hair pulling, hitting, and kicking. I hid some Ativan in a piece of chocolate bar, and she eventually calmed down and went to sleep.

When she woke up, she went right back at it. She went after me, went after Andrew, and even hit Grandma when she came over. We tried to use the Mandt training that I've learned so far, but got stuck in old patterns of dealing with her, and then had to back off completely to regroup and let her reach baseline again. The new training will take practice, and a more tailored plan that's specific to her needs. She missed her bus, and only  the promise of a new pig pencil case I got a few days ago got her finally dressed. I had to hobble off on my crutches in a cab to get her to school. We certainly can't afford that every day. If I could've walked, I would've gotten her to walk the whole way, to calm her down, but also to show her what a convenience the bus is.

She cannot handle me being sick or injured, and the almost three weeks off school, because of the teachers strike and spring break, will make the next week or two extra challenging. She has such a hard time transitioning.

She had a great Spring Break, though, with lots of fun stuff, and I've put her in a program run by Community Living on Saturdays. We'll see how that goes, and then I'll consider some after school programs.

My Kid

B has found an old cell phone of mine. She brings it out with her and has imaginary harassment calls from creditors in her "Dreamworld" of dragons. She owes a lot of money for her dragon nursery, And there's a Mister Tibiscus that is a real pain in her side. She doesn't like the dragon bankers.

Also, she's devious. :) Today she said:
B: What if we didn't have the nice grandma, and we had a horrible, mean one?
Me: I don't know, what would we do?
B: I'd give her a potion.
Me: To make her nicer?
B: No, to get rid of her. Bwahahaha.

Our Week

Well, we've had an interesting week here. On Friday, I started Mandt training, which comprises a part of our safety plan for B to help me deal with her behaviour problems. They focus on preventative and recuperative procedures, but I will also learn proper restraint practices, should restraining her become necessary. It has proved necessary in the past, but it is a scary thing to do if you haven't had training, and I don't want her to get hurt. Or myself. I can't just leave her, she follows me around and is physically aggressive, and she has also left the apartment, which terrifies me. The training will take one full day a week for over a month, and I will need to take refreshers every year.

I like the behaviour consultant who teaches it. I think it would be a hard job, because they need to connect with both kids and adults as clients, all of whom have a wide variety of disabilities, and they can have very offensive personal views. One of his clients now is a teenage Neo-Nazi. I can't even imagine how I would deal with that.

The work with the behaviour consultant will take almost two years, and they work with her school, and all the family and caregivers, focusing on teaching US to deal with B. I like that approach. Quite frankly, I think a lot of this training would be useful for all parents, and it sucks that it is so hard to access.

On Friday, while I had my training, Andrew took B to some appointments I didn't want to reschedule. One of the things we needed done were some blood tests, and so I told him to give her Ativan before the blood tests, as she is needle phobic. Badly, although there has been some improvement lately. Still, holding a screaming kid down for blood tests is not fun. For anyone. However, some of the tests needed to go out with a courier, and so they told him to bring her back later in the day. In the interim, he asked her GP if he could safely give her MORE Ativan later in the day and the GP said yes. Unfortunately, the lab had misinformed him about the later time, so she still didn't have the tests.

And the doctor was wrong, because it was far too much Ativan, and she felt very ill later in the day. I felt bad for her AND Andrew. We'll have to schedule the blood tests properly this time. I had never heard of blood tests that needed immediate couriering.

She hasn't had any noticeable seizures lately. Now that I want them, of course, they go into hiding. The sneaky bastards.

Update

It's been awhile since I posted anything. I guess things have gotten very intense and I needed to back away from it all for a while, but I've had people write and ask for an update, and there is a lot to share.

In the fall, we finally found B a good high school Life Skills program. The program is a good fit, and for the first time in her whole school experience, B does not feel set apart from her classmates, as they all have developmental and health concerns like hers. She's made friends, and has a boyfriend, which is very sweet. She kissed him, and I think they hold hands at lunch. She also now has a BFF, who phones her at home and demands that I get her a puppy as well. It makes me happy to see her chatting on the phone with a friend.

She continues to have anger and behavioural issues, which her neurologist thinks is related to her seizure disorder. We have a behavioural consultant, but last week she beat me up twice, and I admit that it can be hard for me to read about my friends and their kids, and how they are excelling at school and socially, when last week it was all I could do to physically wrestle B on to the bus, in her pajamas and covered in hot chocolate. Standing on the street and holding her while she punched me, people stopping to stare, I felt horrible and sad for her. And me. The behaviour consultant is nice, but her recommendations so far are mostly things we already do, but still, I have to try.

B's seizures are back, although her seizure patterns keep changing. We've exhausted all the medications, save one. That med is Keppra, and it is so expensive that we need special government permission to get it. A friend from the states said it cost more than her mortgage each month. But I can't give it to her, because it can increase her behaviour issues, and of the two, the behaviour issues can cause the most problems for her.

In lieu of medication options, I instead decided to have her assessed for surgery. We spent a week in the hospital, with B hooked up to an EEG, tied to the wall by a fifteen foot cord, lights on 24 hours a day, and sleep depriving her. She didn't have one seizure. She had discharges, but it was not enough, so we need to do it again. She did have a new MRI, which showed a huge scar in her right occipital and parietal lobe, and that the right side of her brain is significantly smaller than her left. Still, she is amazing in how much she has compensated, and is a walking testimony to the plasticity of a baby's brain.

As for me, I have been trying to maintain a good balance between caring for her and caring for myself. I have kept up a consistent Paleo diet, exercised regularly, and am nearing a 100lb weight loss. I feel physically good. I walk, ride a bike, and weight lift regularly. I find this is important, because I can get so lost in everything I need to do for B. Andrew is better at taking time for himself. It is a skill I need to work at.

I still would like a decent and flexible job. Not working, beyond my own writing, and not contributing financially to our household is very hard on me. But I need a job that allows for appointments, and random time off, and that is not easy to find. I do what I can.

I will get back to posting more regularly, and keep you up to date on her treatments.My next goal is trying to get funding to buy this bike , because Lordy, I cannot take the heart attack of her trying to ride down the street, with her eyesight and hearing issues, a seizure happening at any random time.

Oh, yeah, she got a hearing aid.

B's Rage

     So, we're taking B off the Citalopram. Her incidence of insomnia and rage did not go away with a lowering of the dose. She was engaging in dangerous and abusive behaviour at home and at school. Apparently citalopram can cause bipolar like symptoms, and boy, has she been having those. It sucks to wish your child was just morbidly depressed again.
     The past month has been stressful, and even though the school year is essentially over, I've still taken her out of school for the remainder of the year. I don't want her getting a reputation for disruptive behaviour at school when it's meds, and it just isn't safe for her or the workers.
    On the plus side, I've been doing a LOT of walking. For exercise, stress relief, and mental housekeeping. Cheaper than drinking.

 I really hope the insomnia and rage stop with the meds. Hope for us.

B Has A Recent New Problem

     Lately, B has been experiencing some rage, which her psychiatrist and I think is from the Citalopram. She had what almost seemed like a Mixed State  a couple of times in the last week, at here and at school. Although, a Mixed State is a syndrome under bipolar disorder, and B is not bipolar.
     She was physically aggressive with me, Andrew, and her worker at school, which is NOT like her at all. It was scary and heartbreaking, and the screaming at four in the morning made me fear the police would be called by a neighbour. It took a very long time and a surprise visit from Grandma for two days in a row to calm her down. Plus some Ativan.
    I've dropped down her Citalopram, and we see her therapist this week. I also bought her a bucket of toys that she can open AFTER seven days of non-violence. I don't want to punish her, because I think it's her meds, not her, and besides, punishment doesn't work for a kid who doesn't remember why she's being punished.
     She's still sleeping in her own bed, with the dog. Now I have King sized bed all to myself, and I can't stop sleeping in the top corner, which was all the space I've gotten for years.  :)

     I hope next week is better.

May

     May has been VERY busy for me. I have been doing some web work stuff for my brother, finished a 2nd draft of a novel, and have been walking miles every day with the dog. I love it, B not so much though. :)
     My bed has been very crowded, and since B's having less seizures of late, I'm going to move her to her own bed. Andrew picked up a video baby monitor so that we can do that. I still want to be able to see her, but her and the dog can sleep  in her room.
     Part of the reason is that she frequently has trouble sleeping, but if she's in MY bed, she won't leave me alone so that I can sleep. She needs to learn to entertain herself if she can't sleep. I have very easily disrupted sleep. and develop insomnia at the drop of a hat. I am also very easy to wake up. Over the years, this has developed even more as I watched B for night time seizures. I feel better with the monitor though, and trust that I will wake up if she seizes.
     I feel good knowing that Sparky will stay with her all night. Yeah, yeah, he's a dog, but I swear he understands her.

B's New Old Friend

     I haven't written in awhile because I have just been so busy. I have been doing some work for a website for my brother's construction company, and it's been huge. Also, since it's the first web page for them, we're working out all the kinks.
     We also took in Sparky, my brother's 12 year old Lab. Sparky was a puppy when B and her cousin D were babies, but he always lived with my brother or mother for all those years. He had a companion dog, Bo, who was just recently put down, so he was lonely at home, and my brother was taking him to work, but Sparky had to sit in the truck most of the time, which was no fun. My brother realised that he needed to be with someone home more often.
     So he's here, and he is just the best dog for B. He is a real kid dog, and right from the first day followed her everywhere. Wherever she is, he is. If she gets in the bath, he lays in the bathroom. He gets into bed with her at night, and stays there till she gets up. I don't remember him being quite that way with my brother's boys, but he is one of those dogs that NEEDS a kid. He adores her. And she is so happy to have him. All around, it's been great. My boyfriend really likes him too, because he's so well behaved.
     He's great with the cat, and although a bit aggressive on leash with other dogs, he's fine off leash. He's protective, and there's been a couple of incidents about that. A couple of drunk guys in the park got too close to me and a friend in the park, pinning him between me and them. They didn't listen when he growled or I told them to back off and he nipped at one guy's sleeve. He was fine with them up till then. Although I don't want him to do that, it was their own damn fault. He didn't hurt the guy at all, and he certainly is capable of it, but he's not a violent dog.
    He's a good dog, and just what B needed. And I'm happy she has her new old friend.
    

B's Possible High School Class

     Well, we went to see the class today. B felt fine until we got there, then she melted down. I gave her an Ativan and she crawled under a table. She was wearing fairy wings. Altogether, it did not inspire confidence in me about the transition.
     The class takes about twelve kids a year for two years. All the kids are like her, sensitive and nervous. On the list of requirements for the class it said, "Able to be unsupervised during lunch and recess," and, "Takes transit independently." Both are a huge no, and it caused me a lot of concern. Sometimes they might take the kids to see a movie and then dismiss them from there. The whole idea of B trying to find her way around on transit scares me very much.
     So these are things we'd need to address if she went there. Also, I would start her very slowly and try to mitigate the issues as they arise. I don't know how I feel about it yet, but there a few/no choices. It's this kind of thing that makes me want to move her some place tiny and just let her be. Which would be better for her? I honestly don't know sometimes.
    The first step is taking her the class later this week when it's quieter and seeing if she can handle it.

Lately

     B has been feeling pretty good lately, which I think has been because of the anti-depressants. She still has a low seizure incident rate, and why that is, I don't know, but I'm grateful for the break.
     Last Monday, her whole school had sponsored trip to the aquarium. I went with her and we had a great time. In the morning, the primary grades had a special learning class, and in the afternoon, the intermediary grades did. They were taken into a wet lab, were they could hold sea urchins, sea cucumbers, crabs, starfish, and touch anenomes. There were many tanks, and by pure coincidence, one of the volunteers turned out to be the mother  of a teacher at B's old school. She recognised B and gave B her own little tour of everything. I think B held everything in the place, and she was deliriously happy. That kind of thing is right up her alley.
     When we got back to the school, I hung out until the end of class. B had a temper tantrum and broke her FM headset. That's a device that lets her hear the teacher better. The teacher wears a transmitter. I was very unhappy about that, but it led to revelation about one of the things B can't stand about school. The teacher stands up and addresses the class, giving numerous instructions. and B has felt stressed out by this, because she thinks that she is supposed top follow all these instructions. She's not. So I had a talk with her and told her just to ignore that, and her workers will help her after the teacher has finished, and she will have her own instructions. This is the benefit of actually going to hang out with her at school, because there is no way she could have articulated that better to me than she had been, which was by saying they boss her around.
     Last night, Andrew took B to a party while I went to see a movie. B had a good time, which is a really nice change. Usually, she can't stand groups of people. But there was a three year old for her to play with, and so she had a friend.
     On Tuesday, we go see the program at Britannia. I hope it's right for her, because I am not swimming in options.

Still Not Better

     I'm still not better. I'll spare you the gory details, but I will tell you that I'm having trouble walking very much, and I'm very fatigued. Hopefully, it clears up completely soon.
     The practical upshot is that I have missed two very important appointments for B. With the same doctor. And I feel horrible and irresponsible. And yeah, yeah, cut myself slack, and all that, but I usually do not forget such stuff so much, and since Christmas, I've forgotten three really important appointments for her.
     I am burnt out. And exhausted. And I know I shouldn't make any more appointments until I feel better. Just taking care of B and my own stuff is hard enough right now.
     But I still feel bad. When you have to interact with as many doctors as I do for B, feeling incompetent is disastorous, just for yourself. I have always considered many things in life just a bluff to make it through. Not a lie, just working yourself up to get through it. I don't know what will happen if I lose steam. I'm sitting on a medical house of cards. If I crash...
    B, however, is doing pretty good. She's had lots of rest over Spring Break, and Ice Cream. The other day, I took her in a very slow way to the park. We saw a friend there, and I asked her if she would play with his four year old girl. She was happy to do it, she is really good with small kids. She took the girl to the sand box, and they hung out with tons of other toddlers and wee ones. After awhile I wandered over and asked her how it was going. She said, in a whisper, "Mom, which of these kids am I watching again?"
     It was very cute. :)

High School

     B and I walked down to see the High School she might go to next year. It's in the neighbourhood.

     It's HUGE.

    Well, maybe it only feels that way because her current school is so small. She'll be going from a student body of 70 to one of a few hundred. But her class will hopefully be small.
     I find myself thinking of what I am going to do when she wants to date. How will I deal with that? What kind of things will I look for in her interests to gauge how trustworthy they are? She likely won't be too reliable in that department.
     I've already spent years teaching her about sex, safer sex, owning her body, and trying to slyly inform her that 30 is a good year to start dating. :/ I am very much not a prude, and I expect her to want to date and to date, but what if she has seizures? What if she can't read body language enough to know when someone has turned threatening? What if she and her date argue, and she gets left somewhere by herself? What if her date drinks, but she doesn't know the signs.
     Yikes, I have SO much to think about.

Conversations With B

B: How many x's and o's do I have in me?
Me: What?
B: You know, chromsomes?
Me: Chromosomes? Uh, I'm not sure off the top of my head, I'll have to look it up.
B: I have two, two o's, because I'm a girl.
Me: No, you have two x chromosomes. If you were a boy you'd have an x and a y.
B: I pretended to be a boy once.
Me: Oh, yeah, how'd that go?
B: It was weird.
Me: How so?
B: Well, I forgot to lift the toilet seat, but it doesn't matter, because I don't have a penis!

When Mommy's Sick

     I haven't posted in awhile, because I've been the sickest I've ever been in my life. I've had lymphadenitis and cellulitis, horrible infections, since the 1st. I've had to have IV antibiotics to treat it, and I've been in and out of the hospital. The rest of the time I've been barely mobile.
     All of which has been very hard for B. B has not been to school since I got sick, except for Wednesday when my friend took her in, because I can't take her in or drop her off, and I can't pick her up if she has a seizure. So, she's just been home, with a mom who's been barely conscious for the last week, not giving her attention, and only doing the barest momming. On top of that, she's felt worried that I might have something more serious and I just didn't tell her.
     This lead to an emotional breakdown on Saturday, the day I could least deal with it, because that was the day I grew worse and had to go to the hospital by ambulance.  I had to make sure, when I started feeling even a bit better, to sit down and cuddle her and talk to her.
     It's not that she lacks empathy, she is quite empathetic, she just has a lot of trouble expressing negative emotions and has a tendency to explode with crying and anger. It is very worrisome.
     In other news, she drew herself as a fetus, with the most amusing flipper feet I've ever seen. She also wants a skull.

   

B, All Glamour At The Library

Identity

     A little while ago, B told me that she was the only invisible kid in her class. By this, she actually means, "invisible disability". She's not. Half the kids have a disability that is recognised, and likely there are a couple more that have a disability but no diagnosis. But she is the only kid in her class that constantly has to be with a worker, she can't even walk down the stairs by herself, and she is the only one that barely attends class, has a parent pick her up and drop her off everyday, and has a special computer. I'm sure it makes her feel very conspicuous.
     Even if I wasn't the type of mom who feels that she has to know all about her own health, so she'll learn to advocate for herself, or that thinks that she gets to have input into her care, or thinks that personal experiences of otherness need to be freely addressed, there is no way she would not understand that she is different than other kids. She has doctors and medication and different rules at home and at school. She is disabled, and she is very aware of that.
     But I don't like that if you ask B who she is, one of the first things, if not the first thing, she will say is disabled. She is so many other things. I am not ashamed of her being disabled, and I don't want her to be either, but I don't want her identity to be so closely reliant on what the perceived limitations of disability are. And yet, other than constantly reinforcing all the other things she is, beautiful, smart, kind, I don't know how to direct her away from the glaringly bright spectre of disability which inserts itself into every aspect of her life.
     A week or so ago she was reading a book on body language. Out of the blue, she turned to me and said, "Very few people want to be my friend," and I felt such sorrow for her. How does a kid that can't interact with peers in the ways they interact make friends? She can't go anywhere without the interfering presence of her mom or another adult. At school she is apart because of the attention and support she receives. She doesn't understand her peers, and cannot engage them at a preteen level, and she is wholly isolated by the fact that there simply exist no social groups of children like her. The groups for children with developmental disabilities always include children with behavioural issues, which she just can't cope with, or require an IQ under 70, and the groups for sensitive, anxious, shy kids are never able to accommodate her seizures. There are no seizure social groups, and having a seizure disorder does not usually include developmental problems. Everywhere she turns, she's the odd one out.

     And so she has adult friends, or little kid friends, which are nice friends but not the same. And as much as I am sure there MUST be other kids like her, finding a group that accommodates moderate delay AND a sensitive nature AND a chronic health problem has proven impossible for me up to this point. And my requests to the medical profession for assistance in contacting such families have met with no success.
     And so how do I help her see past her disabilities?