I went to see our Nice Russian Doctor this morning to discuss FB and her atypical behavior and emotional responses. For years she has stood out in a crowd of her peers, and not just becasue of her rediculous height. I've lost count of the number of times I've seen her with other kids and began singing to myself, "One of these things is not like the others, one of these things just doesn't belong."*
- At the school gate in the morning. All the other kids: standing quietly bored, possibly holding a parental unit's hand, stubbing a toe in the dirt, being generally bored. My kid: jumping up and down like a lunatic, waving arms in other people's faces to get their attention, singing random songs and desperately trying to engange anyone, ANYONE, in a game of "I-spy."
- At birthday parties. All the other kids: running around screaming, having what they would describe as 'fun.' My kid: Sitting on my lap with her hands on her ears, having a meltdown becasue someone wouldn't play "I-spy" with her.
- At the cinema/panto/watching ANY film on telly at home. All the other kids: enjoying the film/show, talking, throwing popcorn, etc. Normal kid stuff. My kid: Sitting on my lap, hands over her ears, crying and begging to go home/turn it off. And this is with the most gentle films I can find, including 'Ballerina' and 'Muppet Treasure Island.' Cried. The WHOLE time. Through BOTH. Seriously? Seriously.
- Reading 'The Ugly Duckling' at bedtime. Any other kid: This is stupid! I wanna read Spiderman! My kid: cries. Seriously.
NRD said, in a pleasantly slavic accent, I am probably right, but there are few resources available to help a high-functioning child improve social development if the child is not struggling academically. She said she would write a letter to (some organization whose name I failed to catch, even though I asked her to repeat it), but was not optimistic, and instead suggested I speak with her school's phychiatrist. Infant schools have phychiatrists??? Well, I'll try. Here we go.
*And before you accuse me of ostraciszing and stigmatizing my own offspring, allow me to explain that this was a song used in the old Sesame Street shows to teach pattern recognition, and is a major part of my upbringing.