A new post of mine is coming soon (several actually) but for now I wanted to share this post which touched my heart to read it on Black Box Warnings.
I found myself sympathising with the writer – Rutabaga – whose son came so close to death within hours but somehow, miraculously, survived and is now nine years old. But he has ADHD and his teachers can’t handle it. The fight, for this mother, hasn’t stopped. As she writes:
“What was completely unexpected was the overwhelming amount of emotions that surfaced the evening after bringing home the written report. I spent the entire night sobbing – not really knowing why, but sobbing none-the-less. I think I was angry.”
Although my Thing II never faced death like this, he did suffer with pretty traumatic ill health when he was just a baby. Wifey and I remember spending almost the entirety of our holiday in Tunisia in a private hospital with him after falling terribly ill and that was after several stays in hospitals in the UK before that. It was a horrible time.
Thing II, like his Dad, has ADHD and like Rutabaga we struggle with getting his school to understand his situation and how it presents. Inevitably, school reports produce the same range of emotion as she describes above. For these reasons and more, I found myself very touched by the story and I hope it touches you too.
Here’s the link: