Therapy day 3

I'm late getting this out! We've just been so busy lately.

I actually didn't go to this therapy appointment. Jerime was off, and wanted to take him, so he went, with Hayley and I stayed home with a napping Payton. Afterwards, the kids had dentists appointments, so they left a few minutes early. He's doing well. Wanting to go, asking for the kids in his class, and even asking to go to therapy (or Feraphi) as he says it. Hayley is participating with the group. They like to have 'typical' peer models. As long as she interacts well, and its not hindering him, she will continue to go and participate. We went to the park, hm, 3 times this week, and the first time, he was excited to see kids, although he didn't really play with them, the 2nd time, he completely segregated himself, and the 3rd time, he spent time with some big boys (9 or 10ish) and he picked up "Come here woman!" from them. Nice. So he's saying that to me everytime I turn around. He wanted nothing to do with the kids at my niece's grad party on Sunday. My niece eventually got him out playing a little, but for the most part, he wanted to sit in the house and watch TV. I couldn't get him out there, at all. If Jerime had been there, and if I could have handed off Payton to him, it might have helped. Baby steps, I guess. There where a lot of people there, and he didn't know most of them.

One thing I've learned through spending time with the parents at therapy, is we all blame ourselves. We wonder what we've done to cause this to happen. You would think, with all of the crap you have to deal with while having a special needs to child, that we would at least be able to escape the parental guilt. Really, I'm just trying not to screw these kids up. He's only 3 and there's already a problem. I wonder when the "why him?" stops. Why my child? Why my only son? He deserves so much better. I absolutely hate this. hm. I better stop and go to bed before I turn this into a pity party. Hopefully things are looking better in the morning.