July 3, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
As you know, we just spent a boat-load of money on our house (well, a small-row-boat load, if it was all in five-to-ten dollar bills). For two years I have been pondering whether or not we should schedule more private therapies for Bugaboo and the time has come. By private, I mean not through school. It means out-of-pocket. Think $$$. We are not wealthy by any means but we have a very good savings, good investments and have no debt, other than our monthly credit-card bill and our mortgage, which we pay extra on. We are living more comfortably than most.
Darling is notorious for being extremely
cheap frugal, but that is how we got to this place. We had no real debt getting married, saved up a good down payment for a house, got equity early and bought this current property with a huge down payment, mostly from equity. When I first approached the subject of private therapy he balked at it. He could not understand why Bugaboo would need more therapy if he was getting so many sessions each week at school. It took some time to convince him that quantity does not always mean quality. After listening to my friends’ successes with their children at a certain therapy center, we’ve decided to go for it. Yes, it is expensive. The insurance company may or may not reimburse us for the therapies. Some people get back ninety percent, others five percent. But who are we if we do not at least try? If we are not doing everything we know how to do, are we being the best parents we can be?
What if this is the ONE THING that makes a huge difference? We aren’t talking about funky stuff, we are talking about a center which specializes in children on the Autism Spectrum and has had much success with OT, PT, Speech, Listening therapies and the like. I’ve not met a disappointed parent yet. This is THE place to go, their therapists are highly qualified. We aren’t ready to give up on him yet. Most doctors just write him off. “He’s just autistic. That’s what happens sometimes. They don’t talk. They don’t communicate. He may always be like this.” We aren’t going to accept that his potential cannot be discovered. We aren’t going to accept that he will not communicate. We aren’t going to accept that we will never hear this child’s voice. He’s in there! He is worth it! He is a loving, awesome human being that deserves the best. By golly, we are going to find a way to give it to him!
This is part of the reason why I did not argue when Darling said it was time to sell the
holy grail jeep…