Which is not a dating service. It's Sam's ad/hd medication. I the worst of sinners, who once believed that people who medicated their children for imaginary diseases such as add and ad/hd were just failures who were avoiding disciplining their children by doping them up instead. Oh, how God humbles us.
We've been out of Sam's meds since we went to Mexico. He has steadily gone downhill in attitude and behavior. Not logical normal behavior. Things like coming into the room where I was in the middle of looking for my lost contact, trying to put the little kids to bed and on the phone with my out of town husband and asking why I hadn't come up to read to him yet. When I responded that I would try to be up there when I got the little kids settled if I could find my contact to be able to see the book, he collapsed into tears. "You hate me. Nobody cares about me. You said you would read to me but you lied because you don't love me." Similar reaction every time I ask him to do something around the house, like take his cup to the sink. "I can't believe you always make me do everything. You just hate me and want me to be your slave." You get the idea.
So yesterday I got his meds refilled. This morning he took one. 45 min later I realized that the garbage truck was coming down the street. Of course I had forgotten about taking the trash out (Stephen usually does it). I rushed to the kitchen window to see how far away the truck was, wondering if I could manage to get it to the curb in time. There was the garbage can, at the end of the drive way. Sam had taken it down for me. So I thanked him, and went back to doing laundry. "Do you need help? I'll go get the dirty clothes from upstairs," Sam says. When he returns, I ask him to put the clothes in the hall floor instead of the laundry room, because I need to clean the laundry room floor. "You want me to sweep it for you?"
Now, I might be inclined to think that it was a random good morning for him if we did not see this type of radical change in behavior every time we start him on his meds. Now, he's not always this extreme. When he's been off it for a while and starts back, there is a huge swing to the opposite end of the spectrum from where he's been, and then as the days go by and the meds build up in his system, the pendulum settles somewhere in the range of normal, meaning he's not always waiting at my heels to do housework, but he's not flying into a rage of violence and tears every time I ask him to do something. His behavior is more controlled and predictable. The last few days, even when he attempts to play nicely with the younger kids, one of them is injured every 10 minutes, simply because he is so hyper and lacks self control regarding his physicality.
I think ADD and ADHD are probably way over diagnosed. I think there are probably plenty of parents who rely on medication as an alternative to discipline rather than a supplement. But I am so grateful that God has provided the knowledge and medical technology to aid those of us who have a legitimate need to balance out the physical variances that some of us experience. And I don't even want to think about how different our quality of life would be without medication.
Posted by willa at Agosto 9, 2006 11:04 AM | TrackBackhey willa,
no I have not banned you, and actually the thought never crossed my mind:) you are not the only one to say they havent been getting my updates and I have no Idea why. dumb xanga. I started to protect my postings cause of a guy (when is life NOT about a guy) but I checked and you are still on my protected list (ie people allowed on my protected site) so I have no idea what the prob is. not that you have been missing much anyways (as hard as I try, my life remains un-eventful)but I appreciate the interest:) dont know what to tell ya but you will just have to come directly to my site I guess. when you hit the main page saying "I'm protecting my posts blah blah blah" just hit my user name in the corner and that should refresh the page and my actual site should come up. see if that works. how are you doing? wow that was a long explination. We always call ourselves "drug dealers" at work because of the narcotics, ativan, and marinol (weed in a pill) that we hand out to patients. makes me concerned that they would let someone like me into the "juice drawer"---hehehehe. yes, I am a licensed drug dealer. wow, my parents must be so proud.