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|Mon, 03-22-2010 - 1:27pm|
Last week I asked about how you get a child diagnosed. I decided to start with the school social worker. I know there are forms that the parents and the teachers fill out and I thought that would be a good place to begin. Ever since calling the social worker and asking her to do this, I've been questioning myself. She said she had spoken to DS's main teacher a few months ago and she did not think he had ADHD. And his grades improved in most subjects over that quarter but dropped in reading, largely because he would not complete his tests.
In one way, filling out the questionnaires seems so non-invasive, non-anything, that I'm wondering, why am I stressed. I guess I'm fearful that he'll be labeled. Even if a ream of tests shows he's not ADD, I'll have planted the seed.
But I also want him to have what he needs to succeed. I want school to be a good place to be. I don't want homework to be drudgery with teachers and parents having to constantly goad him to finish and confrontations accepted as the norm. The reading teacher had him sit next to her to do tests so he would not get distracted by anything.
Last week was not a good week and he absolutely refused to do work - going UNDER his desk to avoid it. I wonder, is this just a power struggle? He had writing to do and would only write 2 words. He also HATES to write.
Part of me thinks that maybe testing will uncover something else. I still wonder if he's just not immature and will get there. He is 8 now and I remember 8 as being a big year for social/maturity leaps. He has never been in a hurry for anything in his life. He was born 2 weeks late and had to be induced for that. He was in no hurry to talk, although he's talked a blue streak once he got going. Part of the problem is that everything interests him and he wants to focus on what he wants to focus on right now. That part of him seems like he jumped ahead to the teenage years and his attitude is also often seems like that of an older child.
Gah! I'm frustrated! He can be an ever-livin' joy. He was on cloud nine when we went to the space center this weekend and just takes such joy in stuff like that. But I don't want to battle him in school for another 10 years.