Being an Ausome Mom means testing and testing and more testing. With all three of my children being nonverbal I am their voice when its time to answer questions. Psychological Evaluations have been a staple of information from medical professionals to teacher’s and therapist. Everyone offering my children services wants to see their evaluation results. Here in Georgia my children haven’t been able to receive some necessary services and benefits without it. My oldest daughter had a challenging school year that just past. The school here in Georgia couldn’t get a copy of her evaluation from North Carolina. No matter how many times I spoke with the intake representative from the DBDDH, no one could help my family move forward without this document. I don’t have any original documents for the girls now. Our family lost our paper belongings as a result of moving in poverty. I had everything together in our file folders. I organized each child’s papers with labels. I had every report since they were babies. Since they were diagnosed with their disabilities, I kept everything they needed. Looking back I did a great job keeping them organized and in school even when I myself didn’t have stability.
Now I made a few calls before I could find the Georgia Autism Center. When I spoke with the receptionist I knew in my spirit that we were in good hands. I am familiar with psychological evaluations. I’ve done them 30 times with all 3 children. But it had been a few years since the last ones so I know this was needed. The visit went well. My children were comfortable the staff was helpful and understanding. I surprised myself when the psychologist asked what are some of the factors that have impacted my children’s well being. My Husband and I decided to tell the truth. Homelessness has been a struggle for us. The girls used to have such a nurturing school environment that we could mask all of the other shortcomings as a family. We have been through the shelter in New York two times. Again I put their education first and foremost. I kept our family busy with cultural and recreation activities. My children took music lessons. We were members of a sensory gym in Brooklyn on the weekends. We didn’t make excuses for our situation or for our children. I don’t deny my responsibility in my hardships with my family. I no longer deny the factors that racism has left in regards to redlining in every state I’ve lived in. I won’t deny the truth for the sake of truth. As I shared the girls experience with the psychologist I found out that we weren’t hallucinating. The weight had been lifted. Now my family path seemed to get clear. I felt that we could stop chasing home in the mist of an illusion. We can create a good life and home for our family. That is all I have to say about that.
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