This was Damien’s response this morning to something I said this morning. He was complaining about me searching his suitcase and me replying with how I can only do so much when it comes to helping him through school- namely taking him to the best doctors and getting him the right meds; and that he has to make an effort to apply himself. . .
I was a little taken aback by his response, I mean- I know he’s not mad about being an ADDer, and he wishes he wasn’t- but he was particularly vehement this time. Of course we both know what would happen if he wasn’t on meds- so I just said that one day when he moves out he can decide what to do about it, until then I am responsible and I decide. What was I supposed to say? Apologise for getting him diagnosed and then getting him medicated?
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.