I almost asked DH not to mention it to her but I didn't. He called her to ask if she could watch the other kids and went into details about what he was being seen for. I REALLY regret that I didn't tell him to keep it quiet. Since then she has said these things (her words, not mine) and more to try to convince me not to have my son evaluated:
- All homeschool kids are weird, he's only acting this way because he's homeschooled.
- If he had more friends he would act better; I need to get him involved with other kids. (He does, by the way, have a very close friend from a great family; MIL keeps trying to push me to let him play with her neighbor's son, who once told DS to try to cut his hand on a knife as a dare or something, but MIL says he's better than nothing.)
- He probably needs an overnight sleep study; sleep apnea runs in the family and all his problems are probably caused by sleep deprivation.
- When her oldest son was two, one of her friends suggested that he may be mildly retarded; the son went on to be borderline genius and is now a doctor. This son of hers played with Legos a lot, and DS plays with Legos a lot, so they probably have other things in common too, which means DS may act odd but he's probably just smart and will grow up to be less awkward.
- My husband's dad had nervous tics as a child but he did them because he was anxious about his mean teachers, so DS is probably stressed out about something.
I want her to stop, but she doesn't get the hint that I don't agree with her and she justifies all her ridiculous comments by saying she's "trying not to worry." Every time she brings it up I tell her there are many reasons for the evaluation, and his doctor agrees with me that he needs the evaluation, but apparently her own experience trumps my maternal instinct, DH's paternal instinct, and the doctor's educated advice.
If anyone else has been through something like this, how did you handle it? I see her on a regular basis - she's local and we also work together (I do the job from home but she frequently has to stop by to deliver paperwork to me) and she will be the one babysitting my other kids during the appointment. FWIW, the neighbor boy who tried to make my son do stupid things with a knife will be in school during the appointment, so no worries about her setting my kids up to play with him while I'm gone. She knows how I feel about him.
















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