This is a post from Who Am I? Why Do You Care? That I posted almost a year ago. I get a message every now and then from someone looking for a link to this post, so I thought this was a good place to repeat it.
When my daughter was five years old I told her father and my ex mother-in-law (we had been divorced for nearly a year) that I believed my daughter was ADD. She wasn’t bounce off the walls hyper, destructive, or aggressive. She just couldn’t concentrate. Ever. She could not remember from point A to point B what she was doing. Getting her to brush her teeth was a litany of “Go brush your teeth. Please go brush your teeth. Why don’t you go brush your teeth? Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Brush. Your. Teeth. Now. Have you brushed your teeth?” There were times she would even make it as far as the bathroom, only to come wandering out, dry toothbrush in hand, on the trail of a new idea. Teeth no cleaner than half an hour ago.
At age seven, our world screeched to a halt when it seemed that…
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