Wow, that’s….kinda depressing.
I know, right?
One of my all-time favorite quotes from annual fifth-grade Outdoor Ed camp (and I actually have a list):
“How important *is* Zoloft?”
(We found out.)
I still think many kids get over diagnosed and over medicated, but I had a little 1st grade boy one year who had to go off his medication for 2 weeks. Yeah, he was properly diagnosed. :) However, this caption makes me sad. I did note Joseph’s lethargy and blase demeanor while on the pills. So sad.
One of my friends recently met with the principal of her children’s elementary school. During the conversation, the principal said “Yes, school is not made for boys…but, we still let them come.”
As the mom of two boys who now attend a great little public school, I’m not bummed about school for my boys…but, I’m not thrilled. I’m not sure that public education (or formal, traditional education of any kind) is going to give them much of what then need to be great guys. But, that’s ok, because it’s our job (their Daddykins and me) to do that. Still, for boys at least, school can reeeeeeaaaaally bug sometimes. I’ll medicate myself and homeschool them (if need be and yes, medication for me might be necessary if we ever homeschool) before I see them squashed/medicated/turned into girls.
My son is 8 and has severe ADHD with an anxiety component. Medicating him was the hardest decision my husband and I have made. It took over 5 years, a couple of counselors, many 3rd,4th and 5th opinions and a lot of prayer. I still pray every day that it is the right decision – my greatest fear is that we are messing with his personality.
Balancing his medication somewhere between best results and side effects has forced me to be a psychologist and pharmacist. However, we didn’t choose to do it to make him easier to handle or to make school easier but rather we saw that he was becoming a social outcast. Constantly failing at tasks because he couldn’t follow the directions was eating at his self-esteem and the kids didn’t want to be around him because he was so hyper and his emotions swung wildly.
That cartoon broke my heart yesterday as it fed on my greatest fears about medicating him. However, it dawns on me today that in all those Calvin and Hobbes cartoons (and my husband has the entire collection), Calvin has no friends outside his head. I don’t want that for my son.
Thank God the pills work! My adopted daughter was so messed up by what her birth mom did when in utero that without them she could not live a normal life. I thank God all the time that the pills work!!!
I think it’s case by case…. when it’s right, it’s right…. and sometimes it’s just parents who don’t want to do their job. Parenting is hard, and I think it’s supposed to be hard. This is not reflective of my opinion of any of the folks commenting here, FYI. I truly believe that there are cases where it’s God’s gift that we live in a time and place where we can use our knowledge of science to combat these issues, that a person might have a normal life.
I speak as someone who is a self diagnosed artsy semi-soft bi-polar, who has gone to great lengths to use self discipline and self knowledge to combat this reality. I don’t want to medicate, if possible.
I’ve often wondered how I might have been diagnosed in my childhood, if I were being raised with today’s awareness of the wide array of disabilities. I’m not sure if I would have been a candidate for pharmaceutical intervention, but I imagine it would have made some things much easier if I had been. I developed coping mechanisms that have some pretty gnarly negative consequences in my adult life.
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