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Listening to a Parrot.

Yellow naped amazon parrot left side

Yellow naped amazon parrot left side

Ever have the distinct realization that the words coming from your child’s mouth aren’t really his? That you are hearing the parroted version of what others have said? Much like listening to a parrot.

Not that he has multiple personalities or anything.

We had a meeting today, and while we heard from David, it felt forced.  Like he was saying what needed to be said, and not what was actually on his mind.

Follow me?

He used lots of “feeling” words, and that isn’t him.  He didn’t magically grow empathy.  The brain doesn’t work like that.

Leopards Spots

I love my son.  But.  Don’t try to change the leopards spots.  All it does is piss off the cat.

There is a reality that we live in.  As much as we would love to have our son back, it can’t happen without safety.  It can’t happen without him taking ownership of his behaviors.  Consequently, a lot of fancy feeling words and thoughts that make him sound like a therapist just aren’t the solution.

Finally, what goal is achieved by teaching kids a bunch of “feel good” words that they can then just repeat back with the appropriate cues and/or prompting from someone in a position of authority?  This is not to say that the work being done there isn’t valid.  I am just wondering about the validity with my David.  There might have been a time in the past when it would have worked with him, but I think that we are beyond that.  He knows too much about how to game the system to achieve the goals he has in his mind.  Goals we will never be able to comprehend if we live to be 100 years old.

Therefore, a reason exists for everything that he does.   Every action has a goal and purpose.

And so, don’t try to change the leopards spots. All it does is piss off the cat.  Much like listening to a parrot, it has no real purpose.

feeling pretty positive

Had our meeting to start ramping up therapies for David.

It went well.  Always a bit of trepidation at the first meeting with a new team member, but I think that this will be a positive addition to David’s team.

David was very well behaved this morning, frequently dodged topics that made him uncomfortable, but that is normal for any teen.

Coming Monday we have an appointment with a new psychologist, this afternoon I should get a referral to a therapist for me, and we are moving forward.

What matters is that we get David and the family the services that are needed.  I will go to the end of the earth if necessary to make that happen.

Trying to move past the denial of services, but find myself struggling with the idea that some unknown entity who only looks at pieces of paper can determine the fate of our son’s long term mental health care.

key noises while typing

US PC Keyboard, black (closeup)

David has these old keyboards to play with. We lop the cord off, and he plays with them until the keys start to fall off, or we get tired of stepping on them.  We have gotten as much as a year out of a Compaq/HP keyboard.  It entertains him, and he knows that is the only one he can play with.

Until.

David decided that the noise he heard when he was typing on his keyboard wasn’t right.  It was, as he put it, “boring.”

So he went looking for a keyboard that made the right noise.  Found a scissor, lopped the cord off, and now he is happy.

Except.

It was my favourite keyboard. No idea why it was my favourite.  I just liked typing with it.  Odd that I should think that, after all, I haven’t used anything except a laptop in over a year.  Oh, well.

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