Christchurch Earthquakes by the Boy



Out of the mouths of babes.


When things are not as they seem…

I recently took the boy to the doctor to  talk about getting him a referral to the local hospital to be tested for ADHD/Dyspraxia.  I feel awful and like I have betrayed him somehow, everyone seems to think that he is just a typical 4 year old boy, but it’s not what it seems behind closed doors. I have no-one to turn to, no-one to talk it over with, I’ve done a bit of googling and he fits a LOT of the criteria, I vented to my mother tonight that I would love for someone to just come and take him for the weekend so I can have a breather, I didn’t even get a “if I was there I would” comment, nothing, I feel pretty underwhelmed and hurt that she didn’t even acknowledge the fact.

I don’t want the boy to end up with a label, I want him to be just a normal little boy and that the last 2 years have just been a stage, but the mummy warning bells are ringing and I can’t just turn them off, I want for him to be able to carry out just the basic tasks, where as his answer for him to be happy is that I need to stop asking him to do stuff.

I feel bad enough that this post is all I, I, I, and not he… I just can’t wrap my head around all of this.