I spent yesterday walking around in a fog. It has yet to dissipate.
Seymour and I took Leelo in to the YouCSF autism clinic for what we thought was a psychopharmacology consult. Turned out it was actually a very thorough reassessment of our treatments and approaches, and included giving Leelo a new label.
Seymour told the consultant that he had already suspected the new label, but I got caught with my naked butt hanging out in the wind yet again--and it got paddled.
I am still too raw to write about it in more detail--and haven't even been able to talk about it with my spouse--but hope to do both tonight.