This is a portion out of my journal entry about my experience at the Children's Centre today.

Those people at the Children's Centre are damn unorganized. They sent me a letter a month ago saying it was today at 8:45am. Then a lady calls and tells me it's actually going to be sometime in November and that she'll get back to me. A week went by and she called again and said, yes it was actually supposed to be on the 16th, but it wasn't supposed to be until 9:30am. So ok, I put it in my cell phone planner to be there by 9:30 am.

We got there at 9:15. The receptionist tells me I was supposed to be there at 8:45. Are you fucking kidding me? Get organized people! That was so not my fault and I made sure they knew it.

Like, I was walking into a room with 6 different specialists and a social worker half an hour late. I don't need them thinking it was my fault!

So anyways, before the social worker took me in she explained that S was going to be assessed by all these different specialists for Autism. I was so unprepared for that. I wanted to cry, and leave. But of coarse, I didn't. In my eyes, my baby is absolutely perfect. He has some quirks, but those are what make him who he is. I hadn't even braced myself at all for the idea that he might be autistic. Just so everyone knows, my half-brother is somewhere in the autism spectrum disorder. He's not like "full-blown", he's quite functional. Many members of his fathers side of the family, including his actual father are learning delayed. So it was easy to link why he is the way he is. But still, he was an absolute nightmare as a kid. I am not related to his Dad at all, so I really had never worried about it more than the average person who doesn't have autism in the family would worry about it.

So yeah, we went in and it took about an hour and a half. We were in a few different rooms. The first one had toys and the specialists would ask me a lot of questions. The second one had a pediatrician who did S's weights and measurements. Apparently he has a big head. He's 36 lbs too. And the last room was like a little gym with balls and mats and a swing.

At the end they told me they were confidant that he's not autistic but they still wanted him to be further assessed by a few of the specialists individually. So guys, exactly as I predicted...

- He'll be seen for speech/language pathology
- He's being referred to an audiologist for a hearing check
- As a formality, since he's not speaking up to par, he'll be seen by another specialist to see where he's at on a cognitive level. (I'm not worried about this at all)
- And lastly he'll be on a waiting list to see an occupational therapist. This is for his nervousness/anxiety. Apparently a two year old can have anxiety! Who would have known! They think he scares too easily. Also, his issues with not liking sticky hands, not liking his hair cut or washed will be addressed with this specialist.