When my son was first diagnosed with ADHD, at age nine, we attended nine months of weekly workshops for parents and kids at the University of California, San Francisco. The kids went to one room, where they learned how to organize their backpacks, and the parents went to another, where we learned how to manage reward charts.
It was here, at age 48, that I got my first strong hint that I shared my son’s disorder. While all the other parents brought in neatly lined, color-coded, computer-generated charts, and bragged about all the successes they were having, my hand-written graphs were crumpled, and my son’s behavior was unchanged or worse.
Mothering a child with ADHD is not for the faint of heart — and it becomes more daunting when you, too,
Summer 2012 Issue of ADDitude Magazine
moms with ADHD