Kaylin went for her first assessment with the Speech Therapist on Monday this week. Two hours and R950 poorer, my wee lassie was knackered. All the focus and concentrating took it out of her and she fell asleep on the way back to school on the back seat of the car.
I dropped her off and sped back to work, knowing that they’d been pissed at me for taking so long. My eyes were leaking from being told that my wee lassies needs lots of speech therapy at least once a week as her expressive vocab is on par with that of a 4½ year old. Her interpretive vocab is age appropriate, she just needs help verbalizing herself and learning to form correct and full sentences.
Kaylin hides this very well, though. She hides behind her humour and dramatics or avoids you like the plague if you're pressing her. She is not confident about speaking at all but rather uses facial expressions and sounds to get a laugh.
Kaylin is 6 and needs to go to “big school” next year.
I am doing everything in my power to get her “school ready”. Her ADHD meds help but she also attends Occupational Therapy once a week (she needs more, but we can’t really afford it). Kaylin is a happy wee lassie and oblivious to why she goes to “PLAY” at all these lady’s offices. She thinks we’re just visiting. I feel overwhelmed and forever rushing here and there with her. I can only trust that I'm doing the best for her as I'm not a professional in these areas.
Today at the OT, she suggested that I have the Neurologist do a cat scan on KK to make sure that she has no neurological nerve damage to her brain. Just to rule it out. This scared me. She said that she’s never seen a case this severe. The fact that Kaylin battles to recall simple words, express herself in sentenses and follow simple instructions. Kaylin gets extremely frustrated when she can’t do something or finds it difficult. She immediately gets extremely anxious, starts talking “baby talk” and pulls back. You can see the apprehension on her wee face. It breaks my heart.
It was a very emotional day yesterday. I cried a lot. Normally I just "get on with it" but yesterday I just broked down. I felt alone and helpless.
I'm praying we can out-rule it and with long-term treatment with the OT and speech therapist we can experience improvement.
In the meantime we are still searching for a suitable primary school for my wee lass.