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The unknowing..

Today Tink met with the neuropsych. It's such a great feeling when you find a professional that is on your side and understands. I wish we found him years ago. Her testing will begin later on this month. On the way home my emotions flooded out, I hate getting upset in front of people. I don't want their sympathy, I don't want their pity, but sometimes even adults have meltdowns! 

Last night everything finally hit me like a punch to the gut. A week of high meltdowns from Doc, waiting for her results from the eval for an official diagnosis, worrying about getting her into an appropriate preschool and Tink's neuropsych finally boiled over in head. My mind is my worse enemy! I know this. I am a little better now. The fact that I have support through all this helps, a lot!

Tomorrow we go to meet a potential preschool for Doc. Her challenges are aggression, sensory needs, and potty regression. In a regular preschool setting will she succeed? I don't know. All we can do is try. 
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