My mother appears to be on a role lately.
Today, I discovered, much to my horror, that my mother has been telling all and sundry that my son is autistic.
What we have is a preliminary diagnosis, on account of his very young age, which is due for review in September.
Regardless, I don't want my son being labelled nor do I want his medical history out there for everyone to commiserate or speculate over. There's been enough of that at day care already.
When I mentioned this to her she accused me of being ashamed of my son, that autism was nothing to hide and that she had a right to inform people. I feel like putting her on the coat for a while. She just doesn't appear to listen to me. At all.
I don't get it. I just don't.