My twelve year old son was just diagnosed earlier this month with Aspergers and ADHD. In first grade he took an IQ test where he scored in the genius range. He's always been different, it wasn't until probably three years ago that we started thinking aspergers rather than just generally a weird smart kid.
I used to think vaccinations were a contributing factor until my son, nephew and brother were all diagnosed with aspergers. Now I think it's quite possibly genetic. The fact that this family has six autistic children supports that theory. If my son had been diagnosed as a baby, I probably wouldn't have had another. He wasn't and I did. My daughter is not in the spectrum and thinks her brother is profoundly weird and a pain in her ten year old ass. Not having another baby would have been a huge mistake. Having said that, I would not have another because 1. I don't want another and 2. I don't think I could handle another ass burger without being on meds myself or drinking more than I already do.
I have no idea what's going to happen with my son. After six years in the public schools, some good, some bad, I'm coming to the conclusion that he probably is going to have to have specialized education to finish his schooling. I don't know what that means. The administrators tend to try for the least amount that they can get away with (a 504 plan) and the last time I told them to even pretend that was going to work was a waste of everyone's time. He needs an IEP and we won't settle for less. The school counselor seemed profoundly butt hurt by that, but she doesn't get daily phone calls and emails from me complaining about her kid's behavior, so I honestly don't care and she better be moving on with the IEP BS.
He's a genius in the local school district's highly capable program. The teachers don't know how to talk to him and as a result, they usually end up frustrating him and things go downhill fast from there. I get phone calls and emails from the teacher and dean almost daily. I spent yesterday afternoon crying in the dean's office (which was mortifying). I finally reached my breaking point. As we were driving home, I told Rhys I wanted him to come with me to kickboxing because we both needed to kick the sh*t out of something. He agreed. We had a great time. School's out in an hour and I haven't heard a word from anyone. A good day indeed.