Okay, I had a very unpleasant experience at my church last Sunday. I figured if I'm still upset about it almost a week later, maybe it's better if I release this event amongst understanding friends.
Just for some background -- I have four children, three of which have ADHD (yes, it's genetic in our family!) And my oldest daughter also has high functioning autism. Can I just say in a nutshell, that we've been to hell and back with my oldest child. ASD and ADHD in one little body has been SO enormous, I can hardly describe it. Getting a diagnosis for her, set us on the right track to actually, productively helping her. She is now doing quite well, but we still struggle, of course. And my two boys -- well, all of you mom's know about raising boys with ADHD. It's been a huge challenge!!! They each have also had speech delays which have required tons of speech therapy.
Anyways.....that's my beautiful family in a nutshell.
A woman from my childhood was visiting our church last weekend, a long time friend of many of us, and I must say, pretty well respected by everyone in my church. Including me. I hadn't seen her in about 15 years, so I was super excited to see her in person. Over the potluck meal she chatted with my mother, catching up on all the happenings in both families. After a bit, I came and sat down to join them, and my mother found another friend and disappeared across the room.
This old friend of ours leaned over towards me and said, "Melissa, I've seen your Facebook posts, and I've heard all the stories from your mom, but can I tell you --- your children are completely on the normal spectrum!" She shook her head, kinda rolled her eyes, glancing over towards my daughter. She repeated her thoughts, "I don't see anything concerning. Your kids are so normal."
I actually sat there speechless for a few seconds.
I felt heat rising in my cheeks.
So many feelings. So many thoughts.
I felt such an intense anger rising up in me, that it was becoming quite uncomfortable.
Normal?? What the hell? Of course my children, despite any special needs, are still normal children! They still laugh and play with other children, smile and have great, successful moments.....but just because she saw them for an hour one Sunday morning, when they were all doing quite well, doesn't negate the diagnosises we've been living with and fighting through.
I felt silly getting so worked up. She doesn't know my every day Life with my children. She doesn't know all the therapies I've driven them to over the years. All the work we've done at home, just to have my middle son talk intelligibly, just for my daughter to not loose it in public settings.
So, because I post pictures and videos on Facebook, of my children being successful, then they don't have ADHD? No autism because Elizabeth looks precious at church this morning and managed to hold her little self together and not meltdown?
Ugh. I felt small. I had no words. I felt cut down. Every crazy hard moment with my kids flashed before my mind's eye. I started saying something about our struggles, but quickly realized -- where do I even start?!? So I tried to smile, and nod. And just let it go.
But, this is what I should have said -- "yes, my children are beautifully normal, whatever that truly means. We are currently treating autism and ADHD in our house, and with treatment, my children are doing beautifully. I'm very thankful we figured out what's going on for each one and have been able to treat each unique situation. We are far from the finish line, though! And obviously, you are unfamiliar with my children's conditions."
It's not like I sat around, looking at my naughty children, and just decided that I have three cases of ADHD on my hands! Oh, and I like the sound of autism, so we'll through that label in there, too.
No. Probably like most of you, we realized that something wasn't right, after years of unexplained struggles. Finally, at our wits end, we found the right medical group, who did the right assessments, and gave us the right answers. Finally. All our diagnosises are clinical, backed up by multiple doctors signatures. They aren't just labels I found intriguing and now throw around to excuse naughty behavior.
Sigh. We'll, I know this is novel length, and I apologize. Thanks for listening, my friends.