We had our first appointment with Dr. Marvin Sams, the neurofeedback specialist. It was somewhat traumatic. We got there, and a woman walked out of the office and said, “You must be Charlie” I still don’t know what her name is. She took us back and started talking to Charlie about a cap he would wear while they tested him. It was a stretchy beanie looking thing with plastic donut circles all over. Chris put one on also and then she told him that she would be filling the donut holes with the goop that came out of a syringe. He is terrified of shots and so didn’t like the idea of any of this at all. Soon enough he was screaming and they hadn’t even started scratching his head with a little file like tool so they could get the dead skin off and the connections would be made. The doctor came in about that time, he was late, and instantly was impatient with Charlies fears. I was definitely not feeling any warm fuzzies by this time. I was holding Charlie thru the ordeal while he was crying, Chris was gritting his teeth, and the doctor is wielding a file that he’s calling the “buzzy bee” and saying that it is visiting the flowers while he is scratching Charlie’s head. He is upbeat and not utilizing any distraction techniques at all. I am ready to scream at him while all this is going on. He was jovial and in my estimation had no clue how to deal with a little kid like Charlie. I am sure they get bigger kids, they have tons of video games that someone Camerons’ age, but nothing in place for a younger kid. He sat in my lap, cried, pleaded, lashed out and whimpered until it was over. My stomach was in serious clench down and I sat in the chair almost paralyzed while Charlie and Chris RAN to the lobby. Dr. Sams sat with me, acknowledged Charlie’s fear, said it would get better but didn’t want to lie to him about it. The head scratching did hurt a little and he wanted Charlie to know. He said that a good hair washing would help because the scratching was to get rid of dead skin cells so the sensors could make a better connection. While this all might be true, I was a zombie as I paid the mucho big bucks. They gave me some paperwork to fill out and we told Charlie we were on our way to Target for the toy we promised him while he was being so brave. (He was, he pulled the cap off once then didn’t touch it after that while he suffered through all of it, sniffling, crying and asking if it was time to go home yet.)
He was tired when we left and napped as soon as he got in the car. Later in the day I noticed a few things. At Target, he wanted more than his toy and I said no, he could have it after he did more treatments with Dr. Sams and he didn’t protest. While we were there, he started to grab stuff off the shelves and laugh, and I said “hey don’t start that,” and he actually stopped. When we got home, I was still a wreck and needed chocolate and accidentally left the chips on the counter. He saw them, I said “no,” and he walked away. And lastly, I got him some bath bubble stuff that was on sale and while he was getting into the bath I told him not to use too much, and he actually had the self-control not to pour it all in. Whoa! OK, this could have been because he was tired, and by the end of the night, he melted down because he wanted to get back in the shower, he ruined a game of Beatles Rock Band, and was too rough with the dog. But maybe it was the beginning of improvement. While they had no bedside manner, maybe they know what they are doing.