Yesterday Mike and I met alone with Luke's Behavioral therapist. This is the woman is that HEARING US and listening to us and seems to genuinely GET Luke and if not get the mystery that is Luke she seems passionate about FINDING out what makes him tick. She has theories that she is schooled in that seems off the dial crazy to us yet so believable too. Could it truly be Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD)? When I read that article I linked, it is eerily close to our boy. And THAT is pretty scary.
And so we are working and learning and adjusting and praying. The thought is that we can reverse this trend. The thought is we can get him to trust and love us and feel safe. The thought is that we can rewire his hard-wired brain for more positive interactions. All of this through play therapy. And prayer.
We really like our therapist. I like that she is honest and real and doesn't sugar coat things. I love that she digs in and is passionate about him. I love that she sees the good qualities and the not so good ones. And then yesterday she said "I'm not gonna lie. He's a hard case." And it's equal parts hard to hear and such a relief. My little brain cries "YAY! Someone sees it. Someone HEARS me. Someone can HELP."
A hard case. I've been pounding on doors since this child was 9 months old. I've been his advocate. His fighter. His victim. His biggest fan. And most importantly, his unconditional love giver.
Just more confirmation that perhaps we are on the right path and a reminder that the road is likely a marathon and not-so-much a 5K. That's ok, we've run lots of marathons. ;)
(if you pray and want to pray a specific prayer...please pray that we are on the right path. Please pray that Luke feels our unconditional love, feels safe and trusts us. Please pray for us, as his parents, to be patient and strong and willing and able to focus and be active in treatments.) Amen.