When you have a child with an intellectual disability the tests come early and often. Medical tests, intervention tests, IQ tests.
IQ tests are the worst. On the parents. I’ll never forget Marcus’ first IQ test when he was maybe three or four years old. He communicated mostly with action/expression and sign language. But not that day, well I take it back...he was clearly communicating, just not compliant. An important differentiation that, as his mother, I could see but the Ph.D. in the room clearly could not, Or would not.
At one point, the psychiatrist held before Marcus a doll with its head off, laying in her hand next to its body. She held the decapitated doll and asked, “What’s wrong with this?”
Oh! Let me count the ways! I thought. “What are you trying to achieve here?” I asked.
“It’s a standard question,”