My Experience With Attention Deficit Disorder as a Parent

This was my personal experience with my son, and a stroll down parenting memory lane. The name in the article has been changed to protect his identity.

It was like I was sitting back and watching a horror movie...my son having to the best of my recollection, the third temper tantrum of the day.

A colossal of thoughts rapidly flashing through my mind, I mean "What have I done so abhorrently wrong as a parent?" It was at that moment that I ultimately came to the resolution to have Tyler checked out by a doctor. My husband agreed and supported the decision.

Each time my sister-in-law so subtly converged me about what she suspected, I depreciated the thought, I didn't want to acknowledge that attention deficit disorder may be the justification to it all. "Had I been in denial, or what?!"

From infancy, Tyler had been bustling with agitation. He was consistently active from the time he got up in the morning to the time he went to bed. I treasured the late evenings, nights were true serenity to me. And I admit this with sheer remorse, guilty as charged. Tyler slept well at night, and he had always been a good night baby. However, it was during the day that things became difficult, consequently with mom feeling overwhelmed, helpless, and exhausted.

From a mother's perspective, more importantly, my perspective, admitting this is a profound deformity. Our children should be a joy to be around, we should thoroughly enjoy our time with them.

Tyler was indeed properly diagnosed with the disorder in question. I guess you can say there was no more denial, not even an ounce of it, as the doctor that seen him was a specialist and recognized the signs from the moment we met. I trusted him, believed in him, followed his sound advice, and utilized some constructive counseling. With much relief, Tyler was finally a true gem to be around...after he was treated with medication.

Fast forward to 20 years later...

I ensured that Tyler took his medication rigorously from the time he failed kindergarten until a year before he graduated high school. Yes, he made it through school! Not with an A average, nonetheless, he graduated.

He's doing fine now with an exciting career as a carpenter. After all these years, I've subsequently came to the conclusion that I had done something right. Today, the connection between myself and my son is beyond proficient, as well as our relationship.

Ironically, I had found out something rather interesting as a result from the counseling. I had discovered that I had (Adult ADD). Unfortunately, the disorder was inherited from my father's side.

I realize that technology has evolved considerably , and ADD has become quite the controversial topic among other moms. Today, there are varied behavior modification alternatives to medication. Although, having said that, I don't have any regrets with how I handled the situation.

As a mom, I did the best I could. However, over the years, my mother-in-law had not consistently shown compliance . Her slightly impertinent thoughts, and words, for that matter, "Ah bull, boys will be boys. The famous words coming from, I guess you could say an old fashioned mother-in-law. I love her very much. I only wish she could have shown just a little more support.

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