My Very Wild Child is a blog I started to express the daily frustration and fears that come with raising a child on the spectrum, the spectrum ranging wide and far. We have struggled to find a diagnosis for our beautiful daughter, who is now 8 years old, and a sister to two very “neuro-typical” boys, a twin brother and a very sweet ten year old brother. Maybe when it is all said and done, I just don’t really want to label her, or limit her, though anyone who has had to fight for an i.e.p. will understand the need to do so. I like to think of her, though, as a precocious, unique, and fiery spirit, like a modern day Pippi Longstocking. I can’t change that she has struggled in every area: academic, sensory, attention gross and fine motor, speech, processing, social, self regulation, and behavioral, or that finding answers and solutions is akin to a dog chasing its tail. But I can change my viewpoint. I like to see her as a little fighter, (it just so happens she loves to sing along to Katie Perry’s, “Roar”), and it occurred to me that she is much like and untamed animal of the jungle, sensitive and acutely affected by her environment, ready to pounce when the least bit threatened. She is my very wild child. For anyone with a little wild child of their own, I wanted to share some of the humbling, the often humiliating, and sometimes, outright hilarious moments with our very unique and very wild child. Whether your child is on the spectrum or simply “struggles,” I’m sure you can get a laugh, or a few cries, from the chaos of raising a little wild one.