I just have to vent, I can’t express these feelings publicly, and I’m ashamed of them honestly. I will never let on and will be positive and paste a smile on and get on with things after this. Again.
I wish my kids were interested, and passionate about something, and really tried. At something. Anything! I wish they wanted to make me proud.
My son has adhd. We sent them to a grammar that has lots of extracurricular stuff, clubs, sports. The two of them will not participate in ANY of it. On the occasions we have tried in the past, my son has upset one (or more) of the kids somehow, and the parents get involved, I’m mortified, and discipline him, apologise profusely, but we become social pariahs with that family. Rinse and repeat, and we’re gossiped about.
I would support him to do anything; literally anything he showed an interest in, but he never wants to do anything at all. I am forcing him to do tennis, solo, less chance of causing upset. But he rants and raves and drags his feet there each week.
He is in year 6, they just swore in the house captains and prefects. There were so many in his small form that there were more of them on the stage than in the audience at the end. Of course he isn’t among them. He is going to finish these 8 years at the school never having won an award, not having done any interest classes, with no friends.
He doesn’t care about making us proud. He is so unwilling to try. He’s naturally bright and sporty, when we’ve tried things he’s good at them, but he just won’t try. He’s performing below average at school because he will always do the bare minimum as fast as he can. He takes no pride in his work. This is beyond the obvious ADHD challenges.
I’m disappointed, and sad, and I end up a ball of nerves when I have to go to the school events. I’m honestly embarrassed. There’s now so much history of embarrassment, we’re total pariahs who are glared at, and there’s never any achievements to celebrate. His name is never, ever on any awards list.
I love him so much, and I won’t let on. But I would really just love to have a proud parent moment and we just never get it. We just have to deal with the latest behavioural issue. Or argue with him to do something fun!
I’m just so sick of having the “bad” kid. I would find it easier if I could see him trying.
People with kids who try at sports, music, art, to make friendships (and they don’t have to be good at it) are really lucky. Kids who care what their parents think at least a little bit. Who can just go to an event and not cause a problem. Who are invited to parties! Who have interests. Who take pride in their school work. They’re really lucky to just have this experience.
I spend so much of my parenting experience trying to manage the adhd, my own disappointment, apologising for behaviour, on edge for it to go wrong. It’s just so hard. I’d so love to just be a Mum who takes her kid to weekend sport or something and he has a go, there’s no meltdown, there’s no parents whispering and glaring, and it’s just a usual childhood experience.
It’s so hard.