After my last series of posts, Fathersvox pointed out that I was omitting one of the qualifying remarks made by the clinical professional with whom we met earlier in the week.
Fathersvox recalled, correctly, that the psychologist didn't exactly say that Sweet M has ASD. Rather she said, "It would be unprofessional of me to not point out that she fits the diagnostic criteria for autism spectrum disorder, but since I did not do the developmental history I can't actually make the diagnosis."
Yes. It's true. She did say that.
So, Fathersvox points out, accurately, that we still don't actually have an ASD Dx. We have a child who fits the diagnostic criteria.
In a sense this is a distinction without a difference, and I have the feeling that we are still roaring along into autism's wide open spaces, but I wonder why I heard her wrong.
I think I am just tired of diagnostic ambiguity, with all the possibilities it presents for people making claims that Sweet M is oppositional, or just doesn't listen, or doesn't try, or can't be bothered. And by inference that we are bad parents who can't control our child, haven't socialized her adequately, and who have no regard for others.
I guess I'm at the point where I long for the certainty that would allow me to say "She's autistic. What's your excuse?" (as do some of the great t-shirts that Kassiane pointed to over at Cafe Press.)