I knew from day one that the little tidbits of information TopDoc fed me didn’t sit right. When he handed me that script for ABA without offering one single apprehension about the intervention, my Spidey-senses started tingling. If I didn’t know anything else, I knew developmentally appropriate practices. There is nothing—and I mean nothing—appropriate about a toddler sitting at a table to work, forcing them to perform tasks, and ignoring their protests (NAEYC 2020a). While I may have lost confidence in myself as a parent since Jay’s diagnosis, my bullshit-o-meter wasn’t completely broken.
