Sprint or Marathon?

Attempting to treat autism is definitely a marathon. It kind of makes baby steps seem like leaps by comparison. When you're not living it, it's probably hard to understand. I've had people ask me if B is "getting better", "talking" or things like "is it working?". The answer is yes. So far, this therapy is doing exactly what it's supposed to do. He is learning to learn. But for someone with autism, that does not take place in the same way as it does for you and me. It has to be broken down into the tiniest minutia and then taught over and over and over and over and... 

There is no quick fix. This is going to take a long time and a ton of work and we don't know what the end result will be.  So, it's kind of hard to even give an update about B's progress. It probably sounds fairly insignificant to say that he went from sitting in a chair when someone tapped it and physically helped him to walking 4-6 feet to the chair when told to sit. In a matter of days. It's not insignificant. He is kind of blowing my mind, actually. He had an unbelievably awesome day. On a Monday, no less. His team was done with everything on their plan and had extra time left in both sessions. Most importantly, he was smiling and laughing at least 95% of the time. 

If this is a marathon though, it sure feels like a sprint so far. There is literally no.down.time. around here. I am glad that the time I put in this weekend seemed to have made a difference. I just don't know that I can do that every weekend. We didn't really have any time as a family. I feel like hubby and I just passed each other in the hall once in a while. And here it is only monday and we're totally pooped.  I guess we'll figure it out. B certainly seems to be.