It feels like we’ve been here before. The meltdowns, medicines, medical issues, doctor appointments; they are starting again. It’s a familiar sinking feeling I get in my head and gut. This time, at least I know some of the warning signs of the coming storm. I see the look in my son’s eyes; a shaking of his head. Quick, get him away from the multitude of public stares. A family member said to me, “I thought we were past this?” The Special Needs Déjà Vu, I feel it.
Just when we thought the medicines had some of the needs under control, they didn’t. I was told at the onset of this condition, by another “been there” parent, “just when you think you have it figured out, you don’t.” Truth. Back to the doctor. Which means facing another change. A big change. I’ve said it before, we don’t do change very well. (Which in turn sends us back to paragraph one. The storm.) Here it comes, that Special Needs Déjà Vu.
