I don't want to talk about it.
Here is what we are dealing with and here is why I don't care to discuss my life with you unless I initiate it:
A
was recently diagnosed with ADHD. A majority of people now a days have
heard of it. Yeah, the hyper kid that can't focus. That's us. Plus
more.
He runs away. It's called fight or
flight. When faced with an obstacle he either fights (kicks, punches,
spits, swears, flips people off, etc) or he runs. Yes, across busy
streets, out of class and out of school.
He
also spends a majority of the day filled with anxiety over social
situations. His brain is speeding and yet there is a major traffic jam.
He has sensory issues. Tags on clothes, sock seams, smells, food textures and sounds.
If he has one small thing happen in the morning, he can't recover. His day is shot and we spend the day walking on egg shells.
I spend a better part of my waking hours between school and doctors appointments. I am tired.
So
I don't want to talk about it. When I see you in the school yard and
you ask how he is, thank you. But I don't want to talk about it.
When
I've spent numerous hours with psychologist talking about symptoms and
coping skills, I don't want to then turn around and talk some more.
I
now eat, sleep and breathe mental and social disabilities. And so does
A. He is constantly being shuttled from councillors to doctors to
therapist. He is tired of hearing about his "issues" and the last thing
he wants to hear is mama talking about all these things that make him
sad because he is "different". Yes, he thinks he is different. He cries
about not being like other, about not controlling his impulses.
So
no, we don't want to talk about it anymore. We will fill you in on the
important stuff. And when I need a shoulder, a good cry or just someone
to say it will be ok, I will come to you.
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