Let it flow.

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I am going to say it out loud right here and now.
Jack has been diagnosed with ADD ADHD. SO there.
Its out.
He was evaluated again, by a child psychologist and he fit the criteria.
So now what.
So now we stick to a plan of attack and get this boy on a healthy path to coping with these symptoms.
As we google the hell out of this we are finding that there is a way to get through this. It wont always be easy but we will make sure this boy grows to be the man he was intended to be.
In the process we have applied for the assistance of a TSS worker. This is Therapeutic Staff Support. A person that will attend class with Jack and be his own little helper. Help him with any of the times he may have episodes of needing to focus they will be there to teach him how to cope with these symptoms. The plan is two years of intensive TSS and therapy at home we will get him through this.
A few short words to start this adventure.
A few short words to express my feelings of Jack Having a "DIAGNOSIS"
Here they are...
I am not giving up.
I will not give up on this boy.
I will Love him no matter what.
I want only great things for him and he deserves nothing but EVERYTHING from his Dad and I.
So We are in it, We are holding on tight, and letting go when necessary but never ever giving up.
He is our boy and our pride and joy no matter what.

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Unknown said…
For 16 years I worked with kids with ADD/ADHD & other such "diagnoses." It is an eminently workable situation. It's a matter of interrupting disruptive patterns & establishing new areas of focus. Easy? No. But ADD's not a prediction of DOOM, either. Be there for him, be strong, give him space to be creative and express himself and before you know it Jack will blossom into the man he was meant to be. There are great things in store for your boy; you can see it in his eyes.
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