The appointment was SUCH a bust. We haven’t decided whether to go back so that he has a paper trail at the hospital or not. She had not even looked up his name in the system prior to our appointment to know that he had been recently hospitalized, or anything else about him. She started by trying to talk to Little Man, which clearly went poorly, and also showed no recognition of his autism diagnosis that came from her hospital. When that didn’t work out, it sort of felt like the appointment was over. She made a medicine increase based off asking us to rate his behavior on a scale of 1-10, but didn’t actually ask about what behaviors he displays, their intensities, their frequencies… She asked nothing about mood, appetite, sleep, etc. She assumed the other kids at his school are worse than him, though he is the only one who has been hospitalized ever, much less twice. They did not take his height, weight, or blood pressure. She could not believe that his psychiatrist would agree to see him weekly at times, though I said several times that it was due to how rapidly he can deteriorate. She told me that I must be thinking of his therapist, and I said, no, I am not, that is his psychiatrist.
The icing on the cake was when she assumed we were his foster parents. I told her that the adoption was finalized. She asked if things were difficult before the adoption, and I said yes. She then asked why we adopted him then — with Little Man in the room.
I replied, “because he is my son.”