Careful what you wish for...

Had I known how the conversation was going to go perhaps I would not have been so obsessive in my efforts to get in touch with the doctor I was griping about in the last post. After finally getting in touch with her after nearly two weeks with no success I was somewhat surprised to find she was slightly less than enthusiastic about what I needed to talk to her about. Emphatic, yes. Enthusiastic, not so much. There's nothing quite like being lectured for over thirty minutes by someone who is convinced they know your child better than you do. She had the audacity to go on and on and on about how I chose the two biggest hot button topics in pediatric psychology today to have my son diagnosed with. Chose? As though I had some say in the matter. She makes it seem like I held two different doctors at gunpoint and made them write reports about my son saying what I wanted to hear. Seriously? Some days I wish I were wrong. Most days I know I'm right, but that doesn't mean I chose this for my child or that I can snap my fingers and the diagnosis will disappear. Which, apparently, is what this doc thinks she can do. Since she doesn't agree with the "validity" of the second evaluation she is refusing to incorporate it in his treatment plan. Awesome. That totally defeats the point of the second evaluation. Must be nice to try and play God and deny my son the help he needs. No problem. I'm good at finding back doors, alley entrances and whatever else I need to find to get him what he not only needs but deserves. Silly doctor, this is my kid.