At the end of Year3 the SENCO had some concerns about Aidan's coordination, this was something we had thought about in passing, but certainly did not consider to be a massive issue.
His handwriting did and still does look like a spider has run across the page with a bad case of diarrhoea, and he hated football, but other than that he seemed ok on the physical front. However once the SENCO had suggested that there may be an issue I decided to not delay, and got an appointment with both the school nurse and the GP. They listened and were both more than happy to make the referral for us.
As these things tend to go, we could not see an OT directly, but instead had to have him assessed by a specialist paediatrician first. After several months of waiting appointment day came, and we merrily headed off to the hospital expecting it to be a bit of a waste of our time.
The doctor was great and did a very comprehensive assessment of him. It very quickly became apparent that he just could not do certain physical tasks. For a while I felt guilty taht we had not spotted this earleir, but he is so good as hiding his issues, and who asks there kids to stand on one leg and then gets the stop watch out to time how long they can do it for. We are just normal parents doing our best, and I think it was forgivable that we were in a state of ignorant bliss about his coordination problem.
Anyway after a ton of questions and more tests she concluded that he was about 3 years behing with his gross and fine motor skills, so yet another referral was sent, this time to the OT department.
The NHS have been great to us over the years, so I am certainly not going to knock it, in fact I think its one thing that every single British person should feel great pride in. However I do feel like my life is sometimes just a series of waiting for referrals and appointments, wait, wait, and wait for it.....
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