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Well despite the morning phone call saying that the assessment might have to be cancelled but they wouldn’t know until later, roadworks delaying us and the fact that it was the first time in a week that I’d got out of bed, we went.

I spent the best part of two hours going through the tickboxes, discussing all the notable symptoms of ASD and seeing whether they applied to 2son. We also talked about other events in his life, his father, moving house(s) and all the various other factors that have influenced his behaviour. 2son went and did his thing with another psychologist.

At the end of it the psychologist said, with the caveat that all the data had to be pulled together, that from what I said she didn’t think 2son had ASD. Moreover, she thought he needed therapy that would help him talk about whatever is going on inside his mind. We talked a little bit about the fact that no-one had really tried and that it would take a special approach to gain his confidence and start him talking, let alone getting him to go somewhere outside the house to do it.

So this particular person was positive, said all the right things, sympathised with the difficulties in getting help and will call me back after the holidays to go through diagnosis and plan of attack.

I’m left wondering why we couldn’t do this six months ago and why such an assessment has to be based round ASD rather than a general assessment of what his issues are.

So I’m left drained, with the thought that someone (else) has joined the gang of professionals involved in 2son’s life, that this one might actually achieve something, and not getting excited as nothing is going to happen fast and it all might be words.