I can’t begin to explain the pain of raising a child who has ADHD.
This blog post will not offer any help for others who have children with ADHD.
It is only me saying “I know how hard it is”, and if you are in similar shoes, you’ll know it, too.
My heart breaks daily.
Out of my seven kids, five have always been gentle, empathetic, friendly, loving souls.
Not him. I hate to label, but how else do I get it across to you to explain why I am hurting so much over this? He is selfish, demanding, surly, obstinate, oppositional, and I don’t even know what other words to use to describe him.
Some might blame me for him being this way. I assure you, he has had these traits since day one, and they have grown with him. I have done so much to try to find help over the years. Books, doctors, diet, counseling, prayer…
He has medication, yes. It helps to some degree, but not fully.
He is 12 now, as of today. I have been dealing with him daily for twelve years. I am depleted.
My oldest child was similar, and some days I didn’t think I would survive. Her angry, self-centered traits were also on display since day one. She is so much better now, and has become one of my best friends. I thank God!
I don’t know if such maturity can ever happen for my son. He is so mean to all of his siblings, some more than others. I fear for him.
I was awful to my parents as a kid and I regret it now. I changed. I grew up and grew kinder. Oh how I pray my son will, too.
I don’t know who to ask for help anymore, so I put this little bit here and ask you to please pray.