(((hugs)))
I know how you feel.  What have you done so far to try to help him?

I feel like we’ve honestly just now gotten our life back.  Things are still not perfect, but I’m hopeful for his (and our) future.

It is heartbreaking,my son was diagnosed at age 5,we tried several different meds before we found one that worked. Now he is 11 and he still has struggles,but for the most part he is a happy kid. I found the best way to help my son was to research and try different things like omega 3,etc…since every ADD child is different,I gather bits and pieces of different articles that I think pertain to my child and sometimes it really helps!!

Thank you both so very much for taking the time to reply At the moment just the fact that someone heard me is priceless. I feel so guilty to be honest beacause we are so well supported compared to most people. we have a whole team working with us helping get the med’s right & advising us when we need it… my biggest problem is more the basic maternal frustration around accepting that its not my fault & i cant make it go away… this may sound so silly. Im again lucky enough to be given the chance of a parenting class for parent of children with ADD/ADHD that begins at the end of the month. I am so aware that i have no right to complain as so many people have so many more problems than me.  Much respect & best wishes to you both & your familys. Thank you so much for hearing me. xxx <33

I understand where you are coming from.  When my son is out of control but for once I have myself in control, I just look at him with sadness and compassion.  Why did he have to be given a disorder?  Why does his body and mind act out of control when his heart knows better?  Why does he have to live life with no friends?  Why did he only received one heart for Valentines when he tried to give away 4 (2 accepted, 1 torn up in his face, and 1 rejected)? Why does my son have to be taken out of his class to learn how to do jumping jacks, color in the lines, and practice writing?  And so on.  I really do get it. But then I ask him if he is happy… and he says yes.  I realize these things are my sadness and he is enjoying life in his own way.  Now I can say this and tomorrow I am sure I will be crying along with you again.  Hugs…