I need to vent and connect with anyone else out there who gets it. The mornings are just... a lot.
My 8 year old son is diagnosed AuADHD. We’ve been waiting for his meds for eight months, and we've been told it could take up to a year. Every morning is a battle, no matter how early we start. We have a visual timetable, and he’s capable—he can put on his underwear, trousers, and brush his teeth with some prompting. He even gets dressed for PE on his own. But in the mornings, it's like he's a different kid. He just sits there, procrastinating, and everything takes forever.
This morning was typical. We'd agreed last night he'd eat breakfast before screen time, but when I reminded him of this, he started rolling around on his bed, crying. I reminded him that all this commotion was eating into his free time, but it didn't help. Tech is his escape—he watches educational videos and is ahead in reading/vocabulary and typing. The consultant said his ADHD is holding him back and that he could go far once he gets his meds. I don't mind him having that time; I just need him to eat first
Eventually, I had to physically pull his chair away from the table to get him to stand up.
Then there's the school uniform. He refuses to put on his school tops because they match his younger sibling. I have to put it on him in a flash while he screams, "I don't want to match with him!" He’ll do the same with his coat, yelling at his younger sibling to "stop looking." My younger, neurotypical son is naturally independent, but he's starting to copy the shoe behavior and other things. I’m constantly reminding him we're all different and that it's important to be ourselves.
When we finally get out the door, I'm dragging both of them. He'll shout, "I hate you, big fat Mum!" (I’m small and slim), right as other parents with their "perfectly behaved" kids are sauntering by, their kids zooming in on scooters. This morning, he told me he would decide at school if he'd forgive me for "shouting" at him. All I did was raise my voice out of desperation.
I'm constantly on edge. I have to remember to pack a change of top because he needs to change out of his uniform right after school to avoid a meltdown. He'll come out in tears, shouting that he hates a teacher who might be standing right there. If a teacher raises their voice at a group of kids, he thinks it's directed only at him, even if he was following the rules.
I just feel so lost and hopeless. I see other parents strolling along, their kids on scooters and bikes, while I'm a mess, just trying to get through the day. Does anyone else deal with this? How do you cope with the constant feeling of being on edge?