{{Cindy}} Gah. Those things suck so much.
Beej, my husband is now my husband at least in part because I was injured (knee injury the day before, actually, but not walk-on-able when he arrived) on our first date and he took care of me. It is indeed a very weird feeling having someone else to care for you when you're not used to it.
Aidan was evaluated by the school district psychologist, 2 special ed teachers, an advocate of some sort, an occupational therapist, speech therapist and vision teacher this morning. They were hugely impressed with his fine motor skills, ability to concentrate, his gentleness, his politeness, and his general loveability. It's kind of nice to go through these things, however much they're stressful beforehand because it gives me new perspective. "He kicks and screams and hits me when he gets frustrated. He throws his plate when he's done with his food. He likes to pinch me." "Oh, sounds like a lively 3 year old." Huh.
They agree that he's developmentally delayed and that he's got vision problems, but they saw no sign of autism and think that his coping mechanisms are brilliant. He can do some things that the average normal kid can't do. It was stressful, but good. I posted about preparing for it in my LJ, and I just have to say that I love you guys. The comfort was much appreciated.
I'm achy today, so I'll probably just x-post that into my LJ, now that I think about it.