In my previous post, I introduced you to my son, who has Adhd, Odd, Anxiety Disorder, and some Post Traumatic Stress. (Believe me that's a lot for a child to handle, never mind the parents.)

Not only is it a challenge at home or out shopping, it is a very big one keeping them in the school system.

When I brought my newborn son home from the hospital, I knew my patience would be tested due to his sleep patterns (or lack thereof), but I had no idea what awaited me when he finally made the step from preschool to kindergarten.

When my son attended preschool, I remember asking the 'teachers' if he exhibited any signs of Attention Deficit, as I was having a difficult time getting him to stay on task at home with things like keeping his room tidy, getting dressed without supervision, eating, brushing his teeth....all normal things that involved giving a directive and having the child follow through with it.

I was repeatedly assured that no, my son did not have any problems, regardless of the fact that the teachers were tested daily to come up with new and interesting ideas to keep my son interested in what was being taught. The only problem they noticed was he refused to sit in a circle with the rest of the children for 'listening time'. Then he started kindergarten....

Within a week of attending class, the teacher called me aside and suggested that I put my son on medication. I was flabbergasted! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Needless to say, I kept in constant communication with his teacher, checking his progress to see if there were any improvements.

Unfortunately, there weren't. Not only was he having trouble concentrating in class,he was starting to show signs of behavioural issues at recess and lunch. It became a daily routine to talk with his teacher after class to see how he had behaved.

October came and with it his first field trip. I was rewarded at the end of his day with a decent report...he hadn't been very enthusiastic, but had listened fairly well to instructions, and there had been no problems. I was told however, that it would be appreciated if I could attend the next field trip as they felt he would respond better to me while away from the classroom.

Shortly after the fieldtrip, he received his first suspension for hitting his teacher. Of course, the principal was involved, and I was gently berated for my son's behaviour (as only a principal can) and I assured him I would deal with the situation at home as well.

However, at home I was noticing that not only was I having to repeat directions several times, my son was refusing to comply. At times he would deliberately ignore whatever I was saying, until I physically helped him do what it was he was directed to do, whether it was getting dressed, cleaning his room, brushing his teeth, or sitting up to the table to eat.

At this point, the teacher suggested that I contact a pediatrician or seek out some community services help with dealing with my son. I reluctantly took her advise and signed up for a parenting class that dealt with 'Difficult /Add/Adhd Children'. The first class was spent watching a video showing the difference between an Adhd child without medication, and the same child with medication. I knew at that point my son fit the model of the child without meds.

He received his second suspension right before his first Christmas concert. This time it was for choking another student in his class. Again the principal was involved, and of course, I was again scolded, this time a bit more forcefully and my son was not allowed to participate in the concert. (I think that upset me more than it did him to be honest.)

I completed the parenting course, and armed with a 4" binder full of notes, handouts and photocopied psychology texts, I was now considered educated and capable of retraining and supporting my son.

Following that incident, a community child care worker, who councelled other kids in the school was called in to work with my son. That seemed to help, as although there were still issues, he finished the school year and passed into grade 1. I couldn't help but feel as if his teacher breathed a sigh of relief as we left the classroom for the last time.

I was determined to work with my son to help him be successful at home and in school, without medication. I didn't want to take that final step. To me it was like admitting defeat, and it carried with it a stigma the size of a neon sign stating 'horrible parent'. However, regardless of my newfound 'education' my son was not responding to my efforts to help keep him on task.

Grade 1 started off on a fairly positive note, the teacher was more experienced dealing with children who required a lot attention, and we discussed my son's progress at the end of each day, thereby catching any nuances in his behaviour to hopefully stop anything before it got a chance to start. This seemed to work fairly well, and my son was progressing, allbeit reluctantly.

Unfortunately, just before the end of the school year, my marriage ended, (I won't get into the why's or wherefores of that here...suffice it to say I became a statistic) my son and I relocated, and all hell broke loose! That started a roller coaster ride that plumbed the depths of despair, depression, ostracism, desperation...anyway, you get the drift.

Overnight, my son became a delinquent. He went from going full days in school to maybe half an hour tops. There were some days I would walk him to school, walk home, (10 minute trip each way) and by the time I got in the door the phone would be ringing...."Come get your son please....". Field trips, social/class activities and in school activities were all cut from his agenda.

The teachers and principal of his new school could not handle his outbursts and open defiance, so, as there were only two more months left in the school year, they elected to keep sending him home. The school guidance councellor was called in to speak with my son on a weekly basis, or more, depending on the severity of his outbursts.

Then the testing started...form after form after form. School tests, doctor tests, pediatrician tests, psychiatric examinations, psychologists reports...everytime the phone rang it was another person we had to see, more forms to fill out and more tests. The end result...my son was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Anxiety Disorder and some Post Traumatic Stress. We were now officially labeled.

I finally conceeded the battle of medication in the beginning of June. At the end of grade 1, we had completed (I thought) all the tests, seen all the appropriate people, and were on the waiting list for a "special Behavioural School", which of course was another way of saying "we don't want to deal with your son". He was passed into grade 2, having completed no work at all, and shuffled out of the school.

Not only was my son battling his own demons, (at the ripe old age of 7) he was facing a school system that was not equipped or prepared to provide him with the support that he required. If he was to garner any kind of education, he needed a decent support system in place to help him achieve it, and the only person who could fight for it was me.

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