Dramatic title right?
On December 23rd my little boy was diagnosed with autism.
(PDD NOS to be exact.)
I was kind of expecting it. There were, (and I suppose still are) days where I think he's just going to 'snap' out of it.
Harrison is a loving, nearly 4 year old. He makes pretty good eye contact, and loves to cuddle. He will walk up to any one and introduce himself. For these reasons I didn't expect autism. I suppose too, these are the reasons we were often brushed off and told "Harrison will be just fine. He's just a boy, and boys are slower..."
He was slower to walk... 19 months... slower to talk... at nearly 4 he is only just beginning to use 4-5 word sentences.
It's his understanding that worries me the most. He can't follow simple 2 part directions...
There were a few Autism red flags. He does this weird posturing thing with his arms where he keeps his elbows bent and looks a little like he's surfing. This usually pops up when he's excited. He also talks in the third person. "Harrison go outside... Harrison eat lunch." And of course the obsession... Fire trucks. God forbid you take a fire truck away from him before he is done playing with it. NUCLEAR MELTDOWN.
So there you go... autism.