Easton, Age 6
Summary
Our journey at first was a constant stream of doctors, procedures, and feeding therapists. Over the course of a couple years, we had been pushed out of multiple clinics or hospitals who told us Easton was unable to be helped, and needed more extensive services than they could provide. At no point in our initial journey was he ever diagnosed with anything helpful. We were told it was dysphagia, or even sensory processing disorder, neither of which fit. It led to continued pushing, led my me, the mom, to continue to advocate for my child. If I had not pushed, there is no doubt Easton would likely still be fed via liquid supplements. Had we been given a diagnosis of PFD at age 1, or even age 2, it would have validated our struggle, and confirmed for us that our child did in fact have critical needs. A formal diagnosis of PFD would likely have led to increased access to services, and less of a struggle with insurances on a regular basis.
What having coverage could mean
Validation. So often, that is what families want. There were many times I hoped a procedure would find something - not because I hoped something would be found to be "wrong" with my child, but rather because it would have given an answer that we needed. There is a liberation that comes from being validated, and with feeding specifically being such a forgotten/unspoken battle, a PFD diagnosis would have provided that.