My advice for Katie is beware of therapies that promise miracles. Perhaps you are the remarkable parent who can love a kid who's a lemon. Lucky Katie. If you do, those therapies will still be a temptation. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a normal child.
But if the price of normal is say, not being allowed to listen to music, which was also part of the DelCato therapy I endured, (I still feel guilty if I sing.) Question that therapy. Talk to other parents who've tried it. Find out what the critics say.
I decided some time ago that learning disabilities are nature's way of keeping smart people from becoming geniuses. You've met very bright people who coast through life, without ever making an effort.
Which doesn't keep them from having world class egos. I spent much too much of yesterday with a woman like that.
I can't coast, and I have a deep sense of my own self worthlessness.
I could never join Mensa. I couldn't pass the test. A friend who did join that organization for the super intelligent says she spent three days playing Crazy 8s.