I have been asked countless times when I first knew my son had attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). I always laugh, a hard edge creeping onto the end and say, "I've known it was ADHD before I knew I was pregnant." He came out of me in a burst, my pregnancy marred by anxiety and anger, his feet boring into my ribs in staccato thrusts, more movement than his twin sisters combined. He was walking by for 10 months, angry the entire time as if trying to escape the impatience in his soul.
I shouldn't be surprised. Our family has a deep well of anguish in its past. He combines his restlessness with anger and sadness. At eight years old, he still does not have the words for the dissonance in his soul. I struggle with him and for him, but sometimes feel that I have been depleted past the point of replenishment. I let my relationships fail because he consumes me, and I am driven to exhaust myself by supporting him. I listen as I am told that my life is too complicated to be a part of and potential partners tell me that love should be easy and seamless, but my love for him proves otherwise. His sisters come to me as I crumble in the mornings, tired of the fight, to let me know that they love me, while he sits stolidly by, watching my tears.
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