WANTED: Mothering Advice for Raising My Child with ADHD
I have a lot of mixed emotions lately about my parenting skills. I have a daughter, age 7. She has been diagnosed with PDD-NOS which is on the autism spectrum. I have done a lot of research, read a lot of books and been involved with a lot of support groups on this matter. During her last assessment, the doctor advised me to not focus on the PDD-NOS as much anymore because she wasn't exhibiting the problems that tend to follow that disorder as much as she was with the ADHD and Mood Disorders. She suggested that I get more informed on those subjects. That appointment was about 8 months ago and I haven't really done much since then as I am still trying to sort it all out!
Lately, I have been feeling very confused about being a mom. I don't feel like I got the memo that was passed out, or maybe my What to Expect books didn't come with the right chapters. I see other moms who seem so natural at raising their children. I am very hard on myself because I am educated, empathetic and feel like I have tried and given so much to my family. Yet, as much as I give, nothing seems to satisfy my family's needs.
It was during this past weekend, our pediatrician advised that we increase my daughter's medication dosage. So, we did. I am also on the same medication and need an increased dosage. We both started the medication, Vyvanse last fall. We were prescribed the lowest dosage for our weight. When we first started on it, we noticed results. But, after about three months, I realize that we need more. I hope this isn't an ongoing tolerance issue to a prescription drug, but that isn't the point of my post here, so allow me to get back on topic... Also, I have learned recently that I have also struggled with ADHD my entire life, yet it wasn't until recently in discovering my daughter's deficits that I also had ADHD. Another post for another day!
Last night, after realizing how exhausted I was from the multiple prompts that were needed to get my daughter to do a simple task like brush her teeth or get out of the tub, I realized that I needed some help. at her. Now, if you have been reading my blog, you know that I have been working oI am thinking of looking into a parent support group for ADHD or something like that.
I have talked with my daughter and have told her that we need to work together to come up with ways for her to listen and obey me so that I don't have to yell. If you have been reading my blog, you will know that I have been Scream-Free for a few months now. I am proud of myself in this accomplishment. However, I feel like my daughter will only hear me if I scream at her. And, I do NOT want to do that. I want guide her. I want her to flourish.
Can I still guide her without having to yell? Will she be able to flourish and not feel like she is broken or disabled, unable to help herself without the use of medication or being yelled at?
I really am reaching out here. I strive to be a good mommy to her, and to my youngest, who by the way in the midst of being potty trained. Wow! Talk about will power for a mom. I am rewarding her with 3 M&Ms every 30 minutes she keeps her training pants dry... Today is day 7! I will be so proud of her once we accomplish the potty scene. Moreover, I will be proud of myself. I need something to make me feel accomplished these days. I miss my professional rewards big time. Wow, I really digress. Now, I must go, it appears there has been pee spotted, but, it is NOT in the potty, only on the carpet. Must go...
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Monday, February 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Letting Go of the IEP
The case conference for Sienna is in five days.
I keep going back and forth on what my position will be during this conference. It was a year ago when we had our first case conference at Laketown Elementary. It was then that they had told me that the school's psychologist did not see anything in my daughter that would support our independent diagnoses and the previous school's IEP that we had brought along from Chicago. The IEP process in Chicago was so different than Laketown. In Chicago, the school system held my hand and partnered with our family. I safely trusted their opinions. Now, I am in a rural town. They are clueless about autism spectrum disorders. After digesting book after book and Googling the hell out of Autism, Asperger's, PDD-NOS, ADHD, Mood Disorders, Sensory Integration, Sensory Overload, Hyperlexia, Co-Morbidity, and the like, I am still a clueless parent when it comes to my own kids. I try to understand my rights as a parent, I try to remember conflict resolution, I try to realize my daughter's needs in the classroom. I am flying by the seat of my pants trying to parent my own children in the home, failing most of the time. It is impossible for me to educate and lead the school to help my daughter in the classroom, especially when they claim they don't see anything out of the ordinary.
The school's diagnosis stated that they didn't see anything that resembled autism. The psychologist suggested that I find counseling and parenting classes to help our conflict in the home. Sienna's Kindergarten teacher mentioned to me by email that she was so sad for Sienna. She suggested that Sienna was typical and the only thing wrong with her was that I had taken her to too many doctors for too many tests and that would result in a couple of sad days for her. She was referring the the week we had last spring when I couldn't get my five year old out of bed. She had no fever and no other illness that I could detect other than, dare I say it, depression. That saddens my heart to see my own daughter so limp that she isn't able to sit up to eat.
At our first case conference last fall, when they told me that nothing was wrong with my daughter, I was excited and more than ready to sign on the dotted line! "What? Nothing is wrong with Sienna?! Great!!! Coom-by-ya!" With pen in hand, I recalled a tip that I read on line about never agreeing or signing anything during an IEP meeting. Always take it home and sleep on it. That I did. And, but that night I had trouble sleeping. My youngest daughter was having a difficult night sleeping and whenever I would try to console her, I remembered what that counselor said about my parenting. I felt broken and nothing I did or didn't do could console my youngest. In fact, nothing I did or didn't do seemed right when I was trying to comfort Sienna all those sleepless nights during her infancy and toddler-hood.
The school seems to handle Sienna well. Sienna has been thriving since we have moved here. She gets in a high abilities program because she tested at the 99th percentile in reading and math. She has gotten 100s on her spelling tests. And, when asked, none of the recess aides or special ed or classroom teachers see anything out of the ordinary. They see a spunky, creative quirky styled little girl. And, isn't that what I want them to see?
Last year I spent so much energy fighting the case conference team. I turned my wheels in trying to convince them that something was wrong with her. I have decided that I don't want to do that any more. And, my therapist agrees so does my husband. On Monday, when we go in for our next case conference, they will most likely tell me again that Sienna doesn't need any services. That she is 'not eligible' for services. I think I will smile and simply say, "Her professional medical diagnoses, both privately submitted and the assessment acquired through the independent evaluation state that she has diagnoses that would allow services based on the IDEA. However, I agree that with all the intervention that we have been working on in the home in the past four years, Sienna is now thriving. We do have some goals for her that we would like your help with in the social arena for her and if I may consult with the teacher and counselor from time to time, I would appreciate that." And let it go. Let the school do what they need to.
Afterall, I have a two year old who stays home with me who is on the autism spectrum. I need to reserve my energy for her. I can't lead the school in helping them recognize the early signs of Asperger's. I used to tell myself that God called me to this town to help the other parents who couldn't help themselves win the fight with the school system in helping their children on the spectrum. But I can now hardly manage my own family let alone advocate for the entire town. In God I trust.
I keep going back and forth on what my position will be during this conference. It was a year ago when we had our first case conference at Laketown Elementary. It was then that they had told me that the school's psychologist did not see anything in my daughter that would support our independent diagnoses and the previous school's IEP that we had brought along from Chicago. The IEP process in Chicago was so different than Laketown. In Chicago, the school system held my hand and partnered with our family. I safely trusted their opinions. Now, I am in a rural town. They are clueless about autism spectrum disorders. After digesting book after book and Googling the hell out of Autism, Asperger's, PDD-NOS, ADHD, Mood Disorders, Sensory Integration, Sensory Overload, Hyperlexia, Co-Morbidity, and the like, I am still a clueless parent when it comes to my own kids. I try to understand my rights as a parent, I try to remember conflict resolution, I try to realize my daughter's needs in the classroom. I am flying by the seat of my pants trying to parent my own children in the home, failing most of the time. It is impossible for me to educate and lead the school to help my daughter in the classroom, especially when they claim they don't see anything out of the ordinary.
The school's diagnosis stated that they didn't see anything that resembled autism. The psychologist suggested that I find counseling and parenting classes to help our conflict in the home. Sienna's Kindergarten teacher mentioned to me by email that she was so sad for Sienna. She suggested that Sienna was typical and the only thing wrong with her was that I had taken her to too many doctors for too many tests and that would result in a couple of sad days for her. She was referring the the week we had last spring when I couldn't get my five year old out of bed. She had no fever and no other illness that I could detect other than, dare I say it, depression. That saddens my heart to see my own daughter so limp that she isn't able to sit up to eat.
At our first case conference last fall, when they told me that nothing was wrong with my daughter, I was excited and more than ready to sign on the dotted line! "What? Nothing is wrong with Sienna?! Great!!! Coom-by-ya!" With pen in hand, I recalled a tip that I read on line about never agreeing or signing anything during an IEP meeting. Always take it home and sleep on it. That I did. And, but that night I had trouble sleeping. My youngest daughter was having a difficult night sleeping and whenever I would try to console her, I remembered what that counselor said about my parenting. I felt broken and nothing I did or didn't do could console my youngest. In fact, nothing I did or didn't do seemed right when I was trying to comfort Sienna all those sleepless nights during her infancy and toddler-hood.
The school seems to handle Sienna well. Sienna has been thriving since we have moved here. She gets in a high abilities program because she tested at the 99th percentile in reading and math. She has gotten 100s on her spelling tests. And, when asked, none of the recess aides or special ed or classroom teachers see anything out of the ordinary. They see a spunky, creative quirky styled little girl. And, isn't that what I want them to see?
Last year I spent so much energy fighting the case conference team. I turned my wheels in trying to convince them that something was wrong with her. I have decided that I don't want to do that any more. And, my therapist agrees so does my husband. On Monday, when we go in for our next case conference, they will most likely tell me again that Sienna doesn't need any services. That she is 'not eligible' for services. I think I will smile and simply say, "Her professional medical diagnoses, both privately submitted and the assessment acquired through the independent evaluation state that she has diagnoses that would allow services based on the IDEA. However, I agree that with all the intervention that we have been working on in the home in the past four years, Sienna is now thriving. We do have some goals for her that we would like your help with in the social arena for her and if I may consult with the teacher and counselor from time to time, I would appreciate that." And let it go. Let the school do what they need to.
Afterall, I have a two year old who stays home with me who is on the autism spectrum. I need to reserve my energy for her. I can't lead the school in helping them recognize the early signs of Asperger's. I used to tell myself that God called me to this town to help the other parents who couldn't help themselves win the fight with the school system in helping their children on the spectrum. But I can now hardly manage my own family let alone advocate for the entire town. In God I trust.
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