Fear Almost Closed The Door To The Truth Behind ADHD And The Help We Desperately Needed

I knew what the numbers would add up to — so I fudged the test and this is what happened



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I stared down at the lengthy packet of 8 pages with nothing less than 30 questions on each side that weighed like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. I handed the other “parent assessment form” to my husband, the day prior. “Cool cat” walks over to me and leaves his completed packet on the table. Zero indecision.

Sigh. “Ugh — so not me,” I fussed as I propped my cheek on my fisted knuckles.

We had just moved from North Carolina where Nathan had already been formally tested for supportive services when he was five years old and was about to enter kindergarten. That assessment determined if he would qualify for speech therapy and/or any other special assistance the school could possibly provide.

Now — we were in a new state, Pennsylvania. Downingtown school district decided, “we don’t like NC’s assessment. We will be conducting our own.”

Great — here we go.

Little Focus

Nathan was in fourth grade. At this point in time, I would say Nathan’s academic progress was fair — nothing alarming, and we were quite aware that he took a little longer than his peers to learn new skills, but they each were “eventually” acquired.

However, keeping his attention focused for even 1 min was a chore — that surely was escalating quickly and, at this point, it was obvious we were just barely managing it.

Nathan began to be carefully assessed at length by the school psychologist— and these parental packets were sent to be completed ASAP.

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Headings, “never, occasionally, often, and very often,” lay emboldened near the top of each form, and below began a list of behaviors/symptoms that I needed to categorize in the context of Nathan’s behavior in our home during the last 6 months.




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