But your child has a different neurological profile from other children. She lives in a perpetual fight-or-flight state
“Ma’am, $185 a session,” the receptionist squeaked. “That’s if you have out-of-network coverage, of course.”
Gulp. A Shira-dedicated salary, that’s what we needed.
I’d decided to join a “parenting the explosive child” course, a methodology and support group led by a well-known psychologist and author. It would be some time until the neurologist consult, and until then, I wanted to try other avenues.
“She eats too much sugar,” Daniel had declared in the car yesterday, blasting Baruch Levine so Shira wouldn’t hear. “I’m sure if we eliminated sugar and food coloring she’d be a different kid.” He was so uneasy about the possibility of medication. It didn’t help that his mother had begun shipping us packs of $150-a-bottle herbal solutions with whoknowswhat inside.
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