I'm having my son evaluated for ADD. I've been in denial about it for at least a year and suddenly last week it clobbered me with realization. I have mixed feelings about even the evaluation (we have no results as yet) because I worry that if "they" label him with ADD and prescribe medication that we will lose some of the quirky wonderfulness that is the K Man.
Before he's even evaluated by professionals, I'm 98 % sure he'll have some sort of diagnosis. Our regular family doctor assures me that we will be able to choose to NOT give meds on weekends and school breaks if we so choose. So there will be times he will be solely him. I think. If his restlessness and lack of focus didn't cause such strife when we asked him to complete even one page of homework I wouldn't pursue such a diagnosis. The homework and the anguish each page causes is causing a rift in our relationships. K has a meltdown as soon as you mention homework. It takes him an hour and a half to complete one worksheet if left on his own, even with multiple reminders to get to work.
In short, it sucks.
My son is smart. So smart, in fact, that it's this very thing that causes him problems. His brain rarely shuts down. His creativity outshines even mine. He has IDEAS. These ideas are much more important to him than studying spelling or learning to read.
Except he learned to read so that he could create more.
He still insists he doesn't know things that he most probably does know. He gives up rather than trying. He needs to run off energy and doesn't always have time. Even when he can run off energy it is never enough.
Have I mentioned how much I love this kid? I worry that I am doing the wrong thing. I worry that I'm doing the right thing. I worry I will lose this quirky boy that holds so much of my heart.