The more I learn about how the divine works, the more I see the threads of what I call divine maneuvering. Just the other week, Little Man started working with a tutor. This woman is not just any tutor, she specializes in dyslexia (which Little Man has). When I read her brochure, I was particularly pleased to see the dyslexia programs she is trained in. And better than that, she is exquisitely interested in how to best teach my son. The icing on the cake is that she has a son just a year older than Little Man, who also has ADHD.
She is very interested in not only teaching Little Man, but also learning from him. Learning more about Sensory Processing Disorder, and what helps a person with it, as she has some students with SPD. Little Man’s first session with her was all about his becoming comfortable, and trusting her. She had him within the first 10 minutes. She’s taking things a bit slowly with him so that when she needs him to do more difficult work, he’ll be more inclined to want to do it. Smart woman.
So, how did I find this gem? From the wonderful neuropsychologist that evaluated Little Man for learning disabilities (and subsequently diagnosed him with not only learning disabilities, but also with ADHD).
And how did I learn about having a neuropsychologist evaluate Little Man- after all, who has ever heard of a neuropsychologist? Well, I was checking out Facebook one day and came across an article that described symptoms of dyslexia. Some of the more uncommon symptoms fit Little Man to a T. Things like not being able to tell time on an analog clock, not being able to tie his shoes, having a bad problem with organization, and making specific mistakes when reading; mistakes that struck me as odd when Little Man would do them, but are classic for dyslexics.
The next time Little Man went to his physical therapy appointment, I asked his PT what she knew about dyslexia. She said, not a thing- but a woman who specializes in dyslexia was going to be the guest speaker that month at the office. I went to the presentation the next week, and learned a lot about recognizing dyslexia. When I asked this gal if she could evaluate Little Man, she said that with her training, she could not evaluate him because he had more than just dyslexia going on. He needed to see a neuropsychologist.
So, how did I get the name of a local neuropsychologist? From a blogger that I happened upon while reading another person’s blog. The blogger that I followed is a woman in Maine. Then I discovered that one of her readers, like me, is originally from the East Coast, but now lives in the Pacific Northwest. I connected with her, found out that she lives just north of me, and after a few conversations, she gave me the name of a local neuropsychologist that she thought might be helpful for us. Now, when she gave me this name, I had never heard of a neuropsychologist, and I had no idea that Little Man had dyslexia or ADHD. I thought all his difficulties were because of SPD. So, I tucked the neuropsych’s name away in my back pocket.
I love how the divine works: connecting me to just the right blog, noticing something in a comment that catches my attention, connecting with this person, who gives me a name that I don’t realize I will be needing down the road, seeing just the right article posted on Facebook to bring my attention to dyslexia, so that I find out about a presentation that not only educated me, but steered me in the direction of the type of professional that could help Little Man, leading me back to that name that I had tucked away, and after an illuminating evaluation, being given a brochure for a wonderful tutor. Fabulous. Simply fabulous.