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Hang in there!
It's so very tough to be the mom, so much of the time! You have a whole bunch of things coming at you from different directions, all of which add up to a ton of weight on your shoulders. I can't speak to the custody part of your story, but as for the rest...My son is 8 now, in 2nd grade, and was diagnosed with ADHD, combination type in the summer between pre-K and K. We were on the medication merry go round for a while, with even the most mild dose of stimulant making him both aggressive/angry (threatened my mom with a baseball bat) and anxious/depressed (threatened to kill himself/told us he wished he was dead/would have uncontrollable crying jags that we couldn't stop). We didn't last long on any of them. Now, he's on Intuniv, and has been for a year and a half, with some success. It doesn't touch everything, but it enables him to sit still long enough to have a conversation with someone, take a spelling test, or build a Lego house.
He's on an IEP now, with a one-on-one aide in the classroom and pull-out Orton Gillingham phonics instruction, but this is new since the first of the year. Before that, he was on a 504 plan, which allowed for non-academic accommodations. When it was first put together, while he was in kindergarten, the school told us that he wasn't experiencing any kind of academic setbacks. Once he started second grade and couldn't read, someone listened to us, and more testing was done--they discovered he was dyslexic as well, and suddenly the services started pouring out of the walls. But it took our working with him, his therapist, and the school to get to a point where his behavior was under control enough for anyone to realize he was having trouble academically! It's been a tough road, and we still fight uphill; his social skills are still lacking, and he still has trouble making friends, but we're in a place now that's a thousand times better than we were before.
You need to get yourself some support--even if it's half an hour away. It's like they tell you on the plane, about putting on your own oxygen mask before putting on your kid's. When I first started going to therapy (after I realized I also had ADD and had never been diagnosed), I used to bring my computer with a DVD in it and a pair of headphones, and Will would sit on the couch, watching Spongebob, while I talked to the therapist. It was the only way I could go, and I NEEDED to go! I found a couple other local parents, too, who had similar issues with their kids, through the resource room at Will's school. I put the word out to the counselor that I was looking, and she asked around. It's amazing how helpful it can be just having another person to talk to who doesn't think you're a terrible parent, and who won't go on and on about Suzie's latest fabulous accomplishment while you're thinking, "hey, Will managed to sit still long enough to eat half a sandwich AND his applesauce today--it's been a good day!!!"
And it's like my fabulous pediatrician told me, back at the start of our journey to a diagnosis when I called him to complain that my child had been taken over by devil spawn--"Jennifer, it's okay to THINK about hitting your child. It's just not okay to do it. But if thinking about it, quietly in your head, helps--have at it!" Someone whose kid doesn't have ADD might think that's a terrible thing to think, but in the moment when you're questioning why you ever decided having a child was a good idea--have at it!!
Good luck--I'll be thinking of you!
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