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Dear Mom and Dad (A Letter from Your ADHD Kid)

Hey, mom and dad. It’s your kid here, and I have something important to say. I know I’m only eleven, and you always say I shouldn’t tell other people what to do, but, mom and dad, pleeaaaaase listen up, just for a couple minutes. The first day of school is coming up in a few weeks. We’ve already been doing things to make it a good year. You’ve adjusted my IEP at the end of last year and requested that I get the teacher who also has a son with…

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My Biggest Lie

I held the little pills in my hand and I broke. I’d lost the fight and was now battling a new war. With his small, trusting face looking at me, I told the biggest lie of my life, “This is safe. You will be fine. I promise.” Everything in my being screamed at me—“Liar! Horrible mother! Failure!” The day I gave my son drugs for his ADHD, was one of the hardest days of my life. I had fought against holding one of those pills in my palm for a…

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Using an IEP Binder for Learning and Attention Issues

Learning and attention issues come in all shapes and sizes. No two kids are alike—they all process differently and need their own specialized type of help. All children, however, need adoration, reassurance, and support. For kids with learning disorders and attention issues, positive reinforcement can help ensure that they emerge with a strong sense of self-worth, confidence, and the determination to keep going even when things are tough. Having seen firsthand family members who have struggled through learning and attention issues—I am very aware of how important it is to…

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This Year Things Will Be Different: Accepting ADHD

It’s about to get real again. Life that is. School is right around the corner and that means my “real” full-time job is about to begin; helping my 13-year-old son who has Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) through school. Some parents might ask, “What do you mean YOUR job? School is his job,” to which I reply, “You’re right!” School is his job, but helping him navigate through the mazes of “expectations” is my full-time job. I don’t expect most parents to understand but I KNOW a lot of parents…

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I Don’t Understand My Child

It was late. I was the kind of tired where it felt like even my blood was dragging slowly through me, exhausted from working to keep me going. My eyes were heavy, my head hurt and my heart was aching. I sat, watching my son sleep, marveling at how well I knew his small body. The crease in his ear from it pushing against me when he was still in my womb. His long eyelashes, the envy of women everywhere for their length and curl. The small mole on his left…

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