My children are grown and gone.
I'm one granddaughter in at this point.
No I will not be surprised if one day she also is diagnosed with ADHD.
My experience raising 3 ADHD children alone was definitely war-like and chaotic.
Two of my boys had been diagnosed but I didn't want them treated.
Basically because I was an unenlightened jack-ass.
I think I actually called Ritalin Meth(cringe)
I can still remember the rage in the psychiatrist's face when I told him
I didn't want to put my boys on a drug that is addictive.
Actually part of my reasoning was sane.
Addiction had already claimed the lives of several people I loved.
Recently it claimed another.
So part fear, part ignorance/arrogance/jack-assness.
My only regret in life is not medicating my middle son.
I believe his school, and social experiences would have been much better.
But I was alone in this.
No one to bounce things off of, and I shut down on this issue.
But he did survive, we all did.
However growing up in home ADHD was certainly not without fallout
By the time I hit mid-life I was in a deep depression.
I've always lived with depression.
These days I accept I always will and stay on top of treatment.
But that was not always so....
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