This is a true story of how I went about supporting self esteem for my son with the truth. We were on our way to the developmental optometrist’s office when it happened. My son Joe’s current diagnosis basically translates to “chatty, skinny boy with remarkable expressive language skills, poor visual tracking, and low muscle tone.” You might add “occasionally lacks self confidence.”  That’s really all it is. This remarkable boy has been juggling appointments and evaluations since before he was three. Since the day the nursery school director called my husband and me in to discuss “what’s going on with Joe,” he’s been tested by a neuropsychologist, a physical therapist,  auditory experts, and vision specialists. He’s benefited from Brain Gym and therapy to integrate primitive reflexes.  He’s “played” with four different OTs. I’ve dragged him to horseback riding, movement and dance classes he didn’t want to attend, and he still sees an osteopath. He is precociously savvy about the dangers…