I took Carter to the Orthodontist to get some x-rays taken and find out what needs to be done to fix his massive under bite. HE WOULD NOT HOLD STILL for the x-rays. I knew it was going to be a nightmare before I even got there. No matter how much you explain to him what's going on, all the equipment scares him. He thinks he's something is going to hurt him. The x-ray machine that rotates around his head was what they really needed to get an image from. Of course, that's the machine he was the most scared of. It took about 30 minutes and a few failed attempts before he stayed still enough to get a blurry, but usable x-ray. At the end of that process I was exhausted and ready to go home.
We went into the doctors private office to hear what treatment Carter was going to need. The Orthodontist is a friend of ours. We were in the same ward together for 7 years and he is the main sponsor for Kennedy's swim team. He began explaining that Carter will need 2 expanders (one for the top teeth and one for the bottom), top braces and a head gear to fix his under bite and we will need to begin this treatment within the next year. While listening to him I knew that Carter was rolling around on the hardwood floor (he likes the smooth texture) of the Doctor's office. I decided to ignore Carter's behavior (which I never usually do) because I felt comfortable that the doctor was a friend and that he knew about the struggles we face with Carter's mental disability, and also because I really wanted to concentrate on what Carter was going to have to have done.
I made a big mistake.
The doctor stopped talking to me after a little bit, looked at Carter and Said, "This type of behavior is not going to be allowed in the main exam area." I immediately knew I had made a mistake by not trying to control Carter's behavior. My 3 year old was sitting quietly next to me like a little angel, but my 8 year old was acting like superman on the floor. I WAS HUMILIATED AND EMBARRASSED.
I never let Carter act that way in front of people without correcting him....why did I feel safe to ignore him this time? I have been carrying him, pulling him around, etc., for so long that this has also done more damage to my bad shoulder. When he doesn't listen, I am unable to pick him up anymore. Facing surgery in the very near future, I am trying to talk Carter into compliance, but sometimes it doesn't work.....which is what happened at the Dr.'s office. I ended up pulling him to his feet and trying to hold him in my lap. Then the Dr. asked Carter to act like a gentlemen.
I left that office never wanting to return (however, I am no coward and we will return). I am not perfect. Sometimes when I am around people I know and feel safe with (especially members of the church) I let my guard down and try to relax a bit thinking they understand how difficult it can be raising a child with a mental disability. I generally don't feel judged.....I feel loved. Sometimes it doesn't work out that way....and that's OK too.