I am an older mother and I know that statistically I had a higher chance of having a Down’s Syndrome baby. Sometimes I wonder if anyone has done the research to associate maternal age with Asperger’s Syndrome. How old was Einstein’s mother anyway when he was born?

My age leads into the fact that Steven had way more energy than I did from the start, and I enrolled him in the two-year-old class at a most amazing children’s so that I could have a moment to myself.

I had total faith in Bal Swan Children’s Center . At the end of my older son’s pre-school year, they advised that we enroll him in their Pre-K program instead of putting him directly into Kindergarten, even though he was old enough. My faith came because I heard through the grapevine that the same teachers had advised another family to skip Kindergarten and enroll their child into 1st grade. They were obviously well tuned to the individual needs of each child.

After a few months of having Steven in class, we parents would crowd around the window to watch these most patient of teachers work with their little people, helping them use scissors to cut fringe, learn table manners and pour water into cups, and bus their own applesauce bowls to the miniature sink. All this at 24 months old!
When the teachers asked if I noticed that Steven might have sensory, I resisted a little. After all, he was so smart and so sweet.

They pointed out that when he walked over classmates at nap time he didn’t seem to notice their cries of dismay.
He casually poured a bucket of sand on top of a classmate’s head at recess.

He wasn’t developing the sense of a “space bubble” around him at the same pace as his peers.
His teachers suggested that I read “The Out of Sync Child” by Carol Kranowitz. I read the book, but I saw more similarities with his older brother than with him! Brother hated the seam in his socks and fruit chunks in his yogurt. Was this really my child?

I believed the teachers saw something about him that was different from the others, after all, this was only the second kid I’d ever worked with and they’d each seen hundreds of two year olds. But I didn’t believe that it would be anything he wouldn’t grow out of. After all, he had grown out of the screaming every time he woke up. And I was sure he’d start looking me in the eye again.

I was in denial. Have you ever been in that stage? I think I could only recognize it with hindsight. Don’t you think the fact you’re in denial by its nature means you’re going to deny it?

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