We went to Lekotek yesterday. It was just a time to play with toys, no expectations, child-led. She liked it for about fifteen minutes before wanting to leave. Leave the room, explore, try to get into offices and desks, computers. Screaming, throwing her body on the floor. So many toys she could have still been enjoying.
She can’t go places. We had to go home, couldn’t go to meet the speech therapist as planned.
I feel done. Actually done.
Done pursuing things that everyone says I must. Early intervention is a load of crap. She can’t do it, I can’t do it.
Maybe when she’s older. Late intervention, I guess.