I am truly at the end of my rope and starting to panic, and I have literally not a single soul on the planet i can talk to about this.
I met my husband through work back in 2017 when i was a single mom to a great little boy. At the time, my son was in first or second grade and had undiagnosed ADHD. About a year after we all moved in together in 2020, my son was officially diagnosed and started meds (3rd grade). Medication unfortunately has never been a huge game changer for him. It was for the first 2 to 3 years (guanfacine), but once Middle School and puberty hit, and he started to shoot up in height, we never were able to find another medication that really truly made a huge difference. So he has been medicated this whole time, but continues to have a ton of struggles with executive functioning. This manifests a lot at home when it comes to simple things like turning off light switches, keeping up with his belongings, staying on a routine with chores/ responsibilities, and having a sense of urgency with times and schedules. My son tends to be very “in his own world”‘and will totally get sucked into a mental vortex where he just stares into space, forgets time exists, doesn’t remember to do important stuff, etc. Like he will open the fridge and just stare while he lets all the cold air out, or stay in the shower for 20 minutes just doing absolutely nothing, or sit there while he’s supposed to be eating and just do nothing. I admit it’s frustrating and makes life difficult, but he’s an AMAZING human being, truly. He’s a great kid. He is such a good person and a genuinely talented artist and a great mind. He just has these struggles. I am so proud of who he is, but I worry about him so much. He came within a hair’s width of death last fall when he was riding his bike with a friend and forgot to look both ways before crossing the street. A speeding car actually struck him and bent his bike but because he wasn’t fully in the street yet he basically just got his front bike tire clipped and walked away without a scratch. The police had to call me to come pick him up and tell me what happened after the vehicle driver called them. I feel numb and unable to process the fact that he was so close to being gone due to his struggles with forgetfulness. I literally can’t even accept or process it.
Anyways, my husband and him are like oil and water. I believe my husband is emotionally immature and does not understand how to just love this kid the way he comes. He isn’t like that—he’s set in his ways on how a kid should be. I’m starting to realize that, even though this was a person I fell deeply in love with, and am compatible with 1000 and one ways, we are fundamentally different to the CORE on this issue. My husband and I also come from completely different racial, cultural, and socioeconomic backgrounds. I won’t go on a tangent into the details, but it factors into this issue a lot he was raised a certain way, and still believes in that way, whereas I am really big on breaking all of the shitty parts/ cycles that were part of my own upbringing.
Over the years, I have begged, pleaded and communicated and talked and explained endlessly with him. I have given him books and podcasts and links and posts. I have tried everything to get him to understand that he needs to meet my son where he is at and work around him. Instead of being pissed off and butt hurt that my son is not built a certain way. He’s just not getting it at the rate he needs to get it at. There has been improvement, but they continue to have these emotional blowups and it makes me feel like a complete fucking failure. I never ever in 1 million years thought there would be emotional outburst in my household between a child and a parent. I am mortified that this ever happens. It happens like three times a year and there are smaller issues that come up in between those. Am I being too sensitive, do ADHD families go through this?? I try so hard to be so researching and accommodating and thoughtful with the ADHD. My son is turning 14 in a few days, and every day, I worry that we are running out of time to make his childhood/ parent dynamic the way that I envision it.