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Right after his first birthday D started to go backwards in development. He was no longer trying to walk or talk, but starting to crawl and be silent. I knew something was wrong. So I took him into public health, which was the only place we could go with our insurance being Medicaid. There was actually 2 really good doctors there, and they decided that something was definately wrong with him develomentally. The referred him to see a neurologist, and who knew that this would be the dumbest doctor I've ever met.

After many trips to the neurologist, testing of all kinds including MRI's, we still knew nothing. The doctor basically told me that I may never know what is wrong with him, and would just have to learn to deal with him how he was. Well I wasn't going to take this as an answer, and still won't.

I kept trying to get different types of help for my son. During that time we lost my mother inlaw and things just really changed for my family. My husband and I ended up seperating, only to divorce later. That is around the time that my current husband and I met, and fell in love, or at least I think so.

We lived together for about a year, he was really wonderful with my children and with me. I thought I had finally found the man like my father. Little did I know the horror was only about to begin.