Thirteen years ago I found out that my newborn son was 47XXY. Until he
was 4 years old I didn't realize that there were problems associated with
this condition. But those problems are not any worse than the problems
that my friends have had with their 46XY sons -- just different,
because all kids are different.
Yes, it is tough to raise a child, especially as a single mom. And yes
it's been tough raising an XXY child, but I would not trade him or the
experience for the world.
My son is turning out all right. He had speech therapy for several
years, but so has his brother who is XY. In elementary school he made
the honor roll every year and was chosen as student of the month two
different years. His second year of middle school he barely passed,
though this can not be entirely associated with the extra X as our
entire life changed that year. Eighth grade found him back on the
honor roll. This year he is a freshman in high school and seems to be
doing well. He has been active in scouting for two years, has earned
several merit badges, is working on his first class and is thinking
about becoming a CIT in another year. He is very active in our church
sunday school and with the youth group. He has joined the Chess Club
at school and is excited about it.
My son is growing up and becoming a fine young man. And as his mother I
am very proud of him.
