My Poor Children

May 5th, 2005

I don’t have any children right now.

But when the time comes for me to have children, one of my biggest fears is that they will suffer from ADHD.

I am definitely not ready to have children because I don’t know what I would do when they received the diagnosis. Would I take them to a psychiatrist early in life and have them go through therapy? Would I subject their developing little brains to harsh stimulant medication?

I do know that I would try to spend as much time with them as possible. I would want to give them every possible advantage of having a loving parent to help them with their classwork and homework.

I would buy many educational toys to help them with their concentration and memory. I would give them all the art supplies they wanted in order to encourage their creative thinking.

I guess I probably wouldn’t medicate them until they reached late high school or college. It would break my heart to see them struggle through school the way I did, though, so I don’t know if I could sit back and watch them suffer with their illness, knowing that medication existed and was available.

I knew I wasn’t normal when I was young, although I didn’t know what ADHD was until I was in middle or high school. Therapy might help my children understand the differences in their brains, but having the ADHD label might hurt their self-esteem.

Until I have a better idea of what I would do for my kids, I will not have children. I am not ready to bring up children and watch them suffer in the same way that I have always suffered.

One Response to “My Poor Children”

  1. Laura Says:

    I am really relieved you have this site because it is common to feel so isolated unless you find a local CHADD meeting. I have similar experiences like yourself, everyday. I am 25. I constantly struggle with family, school, and employment and the frustration can be debilitating as you know. At the age of four, I had a teacher notice what she called odd behavior, well it was spacing out and told my mother that we needed top rule out seizures. Mom dished out a good bit for all the psychological testing, blah, blah, Stanford- Binet, blah, EEG, blah to find above average intelligence with delayed fine motor skills, etc… To make a long story short, I thought it would go after puberty- no more Ritalin. Nope. As I have gotten older and accepted life’s increase of resposibility, I am still toting a weary load. It’s weird. Multitasking is hell and criticisms of “being slow” from family and employees makes me feel worse than the fictional Forest Gump. I figure as long I am taking well care of my two small kids, I’ll be fine, but it is hard for me not to compare myself to others at times as far as competency. I am now considering seeing a psychiatrist but fear the script routine. If biofeedback works I want to try it because I am tired of busting butt but getting nowhere and not knowing why. I can think about nothing for periods at a time and I wonder what is going on in my head besides the psychobabble they feed us. I am scared to drive now because my attention span is so bad. I get close to rear ending people with my car, I can’t remember jokes or exact words to conversations. what have you found that works and is safe?

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