Comments on: Fatigue and Friendship

By: Wendy Cobham

Wendy Cobham — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:31:00 +0000

it was suggested to me in 2006-07 that my son had ADHD. Since this time, his school has done what they can to help him in the class room, we have seen the mental health services in our community and have gone to a psychologist in our area. Finally we went to a psychiatrist in the area which was the least help of all.

It is now 2010 and as a result of finding some moms of children with ADHD online telling me there is an ADHD clinic in Edmonton I have finally been able to get my son in to see someone who actually treats ADHD kids. I will update this blog so perhaps my experience will help other parents who need help.

By: Heather Reimer

Heather Reimer — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:34:56 +0000

Kathryn;
Thank you for the work you have and are doing in regards to LD and exceptionalities in general. The more we can educate and make people aware of the strengths and needs of families with children with exceptionalities the more we will be able to work together. Yes, raising children with any exceptionality is tiring and is an own going process. To quote Martie – ” you will be an executive parent for your child for rest of their lives” ( paraphrased) – especially when it comes to schooling. There are many excellent teachers out in the system that helped with education of my children but each year there is an “education” of the teacher and support people that occurs. It is tiring work. It is hard on daily family life and requires a lot of sacrifice and patience. Keep up the good work Kathryn and Paul

By: Kathryn Burke

Kathryn Burke — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:22:29 +0000

Comment Originally Posted by Carrie Sandboe on October 20, 2009.

I remember working all day, coming home to raise my kids and then being on the computer for hours after they were in bed, writing letters and documenting my fight for proper education. I remember visiting numerous schools in both districts and writing endless e mails to principals looking for a placement. I remember sitting outside the offices of “powers that be” waiting for prearranged meetings to take place and being told they were “unavailable” to keep our appointment. I remember a multiple of phone calls trying to find private therapists to assess my child, at my expense.

I remember one June, waking to find my child asleep on the floor of my room.This continued for months, as did her nightmares and worries and drop in self esteem. The start of all this coincided with the writings of the grade 6 PAT exams at which time my child told me in a worried voice “I’m not doing very good”.

I remember leaving my 11 year old in a brand new school, across the city, with no friends, in a class of 3 boys, hearing her cry and begging me not to leave her.

Thank you Kathryn for sharing your story, and allowing me to share part of mine.

By: Kathryn Burke

Kathryn Burke — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:20:44 +0000

Originally posted by Sandra on July 19, 2009

Hip Hip Horay to all the wounderful parents! I continue to appreciate and look forward to every article you have written so well. Please continue in the spare minutes you find.
Hugs Sandra