A Diagnosis

Over the last week, we've had three lengthy visits with the pediatric psychologist.  We loved him immediately and he truly seems to "get" Alex.  She too had an hour long session with him on Friday.  They both seemed to get a lot out of the session.

So today was our day to meet with him and go over his findings.  I had no expectations really.  I am not sure how all this is supposed to go.  I was half thinking he would be dismissive and we'd be back to square one.

That was not the case.

He didn't hesitate in the least in giving her an official diagnosis of Anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive.  The anxiety, we expected.  The OCD, not so much.  But in the end, it made PERFECT sense.

Walking out of the hospital it all hit me and I started to get shaky.  My SIX year old has anxiety.  It was a mixed bag.  For one moment I was thrilled that someone validated our concerns.  Then it hit me again, my baby has a potentially serious illness.  One she will likely struggle with for the rest of her life.

Shawn asked about it being something she would outgrow.  But Dr Yeager was honest and said that neither were something you ever really outgrow.  It will all be about management.

So.  I am not really sure how to feel.  I am both nervous and excited about this coming year.  So much of Alex's troubles were compounded by school.   So we are very anxious to see how this year plays out.

I will give a general overview of how she has done this summer (in another post).  But right now, I am just too tired.

'Night.