Your Child Is Not Alone Here
My child has ADHD, cry, cry, cry. Whine. Whine Whine.
I am trying to pay attention, but this parent’s child has every ailment.
She wants a 504, and IEP, and any extra intervention, as there is always something.
She is in my office more than all the other parents put together, and I have hundreds of parents.
An incessantly annoying tick of a loud clock demands my full attention.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Man, is that thing loud!
I’m sorry. Can you please repeat this? I ask her.
She has not stopped talking, so I try to catch up.
He has ADHD, a broken foot, a sore finger, and he lost his hardhat yesterday.
Your child?
No. My husband.
I try much harder to listen this time.
But then a fly lands on my desk.
Man is that thing loud!
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