ADHD (attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)

As I have mentioned previously I am a married mother of four children. Three are of my own and one is a step child. My two oldest sons both are ADHD(Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) and needless to say my life is complicated and at times so completely out of control. Some will say that ADHD does not exsist but I must say dealing with it in two children and seeing their actions makes me a first hand believer.

The first time my first born son was diagnosed was far too late. He at that time had been 51/50, had hurt many kids, hurt himself, was suspended from school so much that the school would call the cops on him instead of dealing with him, I was out of work more than in work, and he had CPS called on me for absolutely no reason except he wanted attention. Had it been diagnosed earlier it would have been preventable and treatable. When I finally was able to get him treatment it had gone so far from any situation you think a parent should have to go through with your child. You are told about the late, sleepless nights, colic, and occational “boy” behavior but what about when you think your child is not normal? No one ever says “Hey your child may display some abnormal behavior, beware!” As you have heard many times before they do not come with a manual.

My life took another turn for the worse when I have realized my second child also displayed sighns of ADHD. I could never leave him alone, he would try to burn things in our heater pilot while I was just simply going to the bathroom. I would find things he had stolen from stores, family, and friends. At four years old I had to visit the police station to simply scare him straight. I was desperate not to go through the long journey as I had with my oldest son to seek treatment.

Treatment does not come easy, I had been to many physicians who just does not even want to hear from you. You, as a parent, cling to any help you may be able to obtain any information on how to set your children to be on the right path to be healthy, happy, and a good child. Once treatment is found you take a deep breath and sigh to think it might be over soon. It however is never over it is a battle that not only us as parents go through, but the children endure as well. It is a constant battle to find the right medication and programs to help. It is simply not an enjoyable experience as a parent to want to enjoy life with your children but there are more bad times that good.

We can not go to certain places because they have stolen, or created problems and people do not welcome us anymore, which makes me so angry, because I want people to see my children for who they are. No one sees these boys the way I see them and I feel like I am fighting the world. I hate that I have become so angry because people either do not beleive it exsists or do not want to deal with helping the situation.

I barely have a day that goes by that there is not an insident where I am embarrassed or degraded as a poor mother for having children that make poor choices or have an inhability to make the right decision on their own. Life has brought me many hard times but I think it has all hapened for a reason maybe someday I will know why I was blessed with not one , but two children that go through the same situation. Maybe I will understand the lesson I have learned about all of this so I can understand my role in life, maybe I am here to help others to not have to go through what I have gone through.