PDD. That was the diagnosis for my 6 year old daughter yesterday. Along with several others.
In other words, she's on the autism spectrum.
That's the very short version of a very long story. I'm exhausted. I am spent emotionally, physically and spiritually. I told my husband that I want to pray and tell God that whatever lesson I'm supposed to learn, to just let me know, and I'll get right on it!
I don't think it works that way, but I sure wouldn't mind trying. Anyway, I am numb, and can't think about it much more, so I am just giving myself some time over the weekend to let it sink in.
Tomorrow is a new day, right?