kiwisub12 -> RE: Parents of special needs kids (7/22/2009 5:58:20 PM)
|
Oh how i wish there was a thread like this when my ums were kids! I have two daughters with add - one who is hyper. It took two years of school for me to be so frustrated with her report cards ( high marks for reading, low for math), and writing mirror image -and teachers telling me she would grow out of it - for me to take her to a pschologist and have her tested. And by the time we had her diagnosis, she was so frustrated with school, she pretty much wrote it off. She hated taking the meds, she hated school work, she hated homework - and she was in a private school so there were no accomadations made. She had ADD, with a spatial component - and the tester couldn't figure out how she learnt to read, she was so ADD. The second was hyperactive, and by the time i had read three books on ADD, i knew what her diagnosis was! She was three weeks into kindergarten when the teacher called and said she couldn't sit still for longer than 5 minutes - she had timed her!! The youngest one did well on meds. The oldest one, who was a lot more high/low in her behaviours and strengths, was the challenge. She was the one who threw up every day in the neighbours bushes - from anxiety. It never got better, infact, by the time she was 16, she had dropped out of school from anxiety, to be practically agoraphobic - she couldn't go to the mall, she couldn't go to school, she couldn't go to Lowes, for heavens sake. I pushed and pushed and she eventually got her GED, then her drivers licences. She took a job well below her intelligence level, but has been there for 4 years. She has dread locks, and piercings, and would make the average person cross the road if they saw her coming - but she is bright, sensitive, funny, - very sensitive!!!!!, and when people get to know her , they like her. I think she had so much pain and hurt in her childhood that she pushes people away before they can get close enough to hurt her. I had a quack of a doctor tell me that she had schizo-affect disorder - and i should plan on her living on the streets ,under a bridge. This was when i became profoundly depressed, and started crying every day at work. Shortly after i started taking anti-depressant and going to therapy. After a few years of therapy i gave myself permission to let the guilt go - but it was HARD My youngest was so hyper that on more than one occasion i literally had to pick her up and carry her out of shops and gyms. She would get so frustrated that she would have tantrums. And my only recourse was to carry her out of the situation. This lasted up to her 11th birthday, and at school as well. Schools don't do well with 10 year olds having tantrums. She also thought she was stupid. We ended up taking her to get another evaluation - she tested in the 80th percentile for her age - and once the psychologist told her that she was more intelligent than 80% of her classmates, and that she had difficulties that they didn't she calmed down a whole lot. It was as if being told that she had issues others didn't and that is why she didn't do as well on tests made it easier for her to work harder. She is now 19 and getting ready to start her second year of college - she wants to be a teacher. The eldest is (hopefully) starting college this fall, and wants to be a psychologist. She reads people so well, that if she gets over her negativity, she would be an excellent therapist. She was inspired by a therapist that helped her with her anger issues - he said she was THE most angry person he had ever met. There were times when i was raising them (with remarkably little help from the sperm donor) that i wanted to give them back to god. He made them, he should have to raise them. There were many times when i really really wished that i had never had kids, and when i look back at their childhoods i understand why. It was no picnic - others had kids that slept in their arms at church - i was crawling under the pews pulling kids out by their ankles, or my kid was standing in the fauyer of the church because she couldn't sit in the pew - getting snarky comments from the ushers because she wasn't in the church! I don't have a profound ending for this little story. My ums are wonderful, and i just want them to be happy and to make enough money to be able to live the way they want to live. I want them off the payroll. And i really don't want them to reproduce - i don't know how any kid with ADD can raise another. It was hard enough for me.
|
|
|
|