depression in middle school. He felt rejected by peers and confused in school, and it made him sad enough to stop doing things he used to find fun.
Sometimes, he’d get so sad he would say scary things like he wished he was dead. I felt sorry for him. It kicked me into action, wanting to find ways to squelch his pain, reduce his sadness, stop his tears.
I wanted to help him.My oldest child has ADHD. She forgets important things and is completely disorganized. Her sense of time is abysmal, so she fights back when her video-game break is over.Read more on additudemag.com