J-Man had his appointment with the audiologist today. No one really thought he had any hearing issues; this is just part of the process for getting into the county school system. All this is for preschool and therapy services and completing the umpteen steps required before we have his IEP meeting in August.
The audiologist couldn’t find any problems, said from what she could determine (he didn’t exactly cooperate with some of the tests) that he was within or near normal ranges for hearing at the various frequencies, and cleared him to continue with the next round of evaluation processes. I’m assuming that if they had found anything that they would want to address any hearing issues first before doing other evaluations, which would make sense.
They were very nice and understanding that this wasn’t something he was going to particularly care for. Closing us up in this small, cramped, acoustically-calibrated vault (there were three adults and him in there…) on a 95 degree day wasn’t exactly our idea of a good time. It was at least in the 80s in that room. We were all sweaty and grumpy by the end of it.
We figured they were going to say he was deaf because he pretty much ignored them most of the time, but that would be normal for him during evals. Since he doesn’t really sign or give any readily understandable cue that he understands what you say unless he can go point to a picture or perform some limited action, it wasn’t all that clear what he was doing.
I was prepared for the usual conversation that objective data doesn’t paint the entire picture, blah, blah, that we normally do. As a pre-emptive strike and for good measure, we showed them that he could fill in the blanks for parts of “Old MacDonald” and the ABCs. That perked them up a lot. I think it helped. They realized he does understand stuff.
They couldn’t do a full workup since he was uncooperative at times, but they said his hearing of voices and music were fine (no shock there) and she was good to clear him to go to the next thing in the bureaucratic gauntlet, of which I’m starting to get immune to.
Unintentionally funny moment – She tried sticking the automatic measuring doodad (technical term) in his ear to get more data – more or less the same one they use on babies at the hospital – but that requires him to be both still and quiet. Heh. No chance in Helena of that ever happening when someone is messing with his ears.
We did manage to get enough of a reading for the thing that measures eardrum vibration and any fluid that might be in there. It doesn’t measure hearing, but it does measure that at least the eardrum is moving and fluid isn’t screwing anything up. It doesn’t require him to be quiet, and Mary and I basically sandwiched him into a hug long enough for them to measure both ears. No problems there! Yay!
In a long string of depressing evals, this was a bright spot. On to the next thing (whatever it is). W00t!