Today I've finally had to come to grips with the fact that ds(5) has true-blue ADHD & that it's an illness as debilitating as any other, perhaps more so.
He's on Concerta with a Ritalin top-up at 4pm but although the drugs help, they're far from being a cure. He's also in psychotherapy, soon to be 2X week. I lived with the hope that the docs had it wrong, that he would grow out of it but that's just not happening.
It's a stigma & either people flat out don't believe ADHD exists & that ds is a victim of bad parenting or they tell me that ds has too much lead in his system & I'm going about treatment the wrong way.
Today he had a ski lesson - private, one-to-one. His instructor was so angry by the end of the lesson that he was practically shouting at me. Ds meanwhile had skiied off (he's actually pretty good - 1st lesson & snow-plowing off on his own), come to a flat bit & collapsed, face-down. After having defended ds & myself to the instructor, I went to ds & found him sobbing his heart out in the snow. It was excruciating. I ached for him & felt like screaming & lashing out at the entire world. I gathered him up in my arms & rocked him, feeling all the anger & shame drain out of me in sympathy for his frustration & impulsivity.
What can I do? His school doesn't want him, his friends don't want him, even strangers don't want him. He looks like a little choirboy but my God, what a temper!
I need support from anyone who understands & is living the same nightmare or similar. How to endure this ambivalence of pity, love, compassion, frustration, fatigue, anger...? What with dd(8) diagnosed in October with epilepsy, dh being made redundant just before Xmas and ds doomed to self-medicating later in life with heroin, coke, speed. That's what I found out today. That kids with ADHD usually crash & burn at adolescence. I can't bear it but I have to.