It’s official. I have to find Sophie some friends.
At least, some play dates — specifically, the therapists tell me, play dates with girls (or very mellow boys) a little younger, 3 and a half or 4. And it’s got to be in a controlled environment:
All this to teach Sophie how to socialize. Which breaks my heart, because Sophie’s the most social person I know; she just doesn’t do it the right way, apparently. At least, not with the right people. (Her peers, rather than, say, the school nurse.)
Her therapists (and teacher, he was in on the discussion, too) love her, and just want the best for Sophie. We met the other day to talk about summer goals for Sophie, and they all but brushed past academics — ironically, that’s not Sophie’s challenge, not at the moment, at least — and moved on to negative behaviors (inappropriate hide and seek, as in, she hides when no one else knows they should be seeking), writing (she can’t now and maybe won’t, ever), and friendship.
Gordon, the teacher, suggested a social service agency in town that could possibly give us names of kids for potential play dates.
“I don’t want this to come out the wrong way, but I’m not ready to put Sophie on match.com,” I said snottily. “I think I can find her play dates myself.”
So, uh, anyone know anybody?