Over a month ago, we hooked up with a local counseling center to get some additional support in place for Squeaker. We have quite a bit of difficulty at home with meltdowns and I really felt that some in-home support would be great. Things sounded really promising when we met with them and gave them all the intake information and we were told we could get all kinds of services for free since he has autism. I blinked and made sure I heard right…even mentioned our income, which is not inconsiderable (and has prevented us from getting services in the past). And yes, we get it for free! Yay!
Okay. Then we had to wait until he was 5 years old. Hurdle passed. He’s five (since Halloween).
Then I got contacted and told we’d be getting services through The Arc. Awesome. When? Oh, they’ll be contacting us? Okay.
Got contacted the The Arc, and had to set up a time to meet with our “Support Broker” who, because The Manager noticed he bares an uncanny resemblence to Gabe from The Office, I will now start referring to as Gabe. Well, okay. I met with him, and guess what? More intake stuff. More paperwork. Over an hour in a little office with Squeaker and a baby. Oy! Did we start services after that meeting?
If you guessed no, you were right!
We then set up another meeting to sign the Individual Care Plan (or whatever the heck they call it). Met with Gabe. Signed it….
Oh wait? What about services? When do they start?
OOOOH. We’ll be contacted, hopefully, in a week an a half by a case manager from somewhere else about services. Tomorrow is when I’m supposed to hear something.
We continue to wait. We continue to wonder what the heck we’re supposed to do about his worsening meltdowns in the evenings (I mean, aside from putting him to bed early). We continue to wonder if these mystical magical services will ever actually occur, of it we’re in an endless loop of interviews and intakes.
I mean. I guess I shouldn’t complain. All of THIS (whatever THIS is) is free, after all!