Hello all. Its been another day that I feel like crawling into a hole, which is how I feel most of the time. My sons name is Nate, he is 10yrs old and has been diagnosed with ODD/ADHD. This year however has been the worst. His school calls me every day, to either tell me to pick him up, or tell me he is suspended. L This is not is not where it started. As a baby I could see that the fits he threw were different from my other two kids. I mean it was like bloody murder, kicking and screaming. I was separated from his father at three moths after Nate was born. Nate started elementary and could see that he was not learning how to read or write like the other kids. He was angry, that is when I began to get the calls. I was so embarrassed! My kid was the bad kid. You wont believe this but, after nearly two years of this, the school finally recommended that Nate attend a school with a small class room setting for Special Ed that was labeled a self contained class! Great I thought!!! Basically the majority of the children all take meds in this class, and most all the children have been restrained one time or another. Nate was doing better the first year, but last year, his fourth grade year, the year I finally met someone to share my life with, it all went to hell! Nate refused to get off the car when I dropped him off at school, and now he runs out of his classroom, calls the teachers fagots, has kicked his teacher, (while the teacher tried to restrain him) and has thrown books near the principle. (As Nate says, if he wanted to hit her, he would have hence the reason he threw the books near her) I am beside myself, I want someone to wake me from this damn dream. It doesnt end there, at home he annoys his brother and sister, if they lock themselves in their room he shakes the door handles, yells, he has called me and my boyfriend faggots, idiots. (no form of discipline seems to work on him, he just doesnt care) When I break down and cry, he mock me. How can it be that my own flesh and blood can not understand the pain he is putting us through. My relationship is now on the rocks. My boyfriend (who has no kids of his own) is tired of our dysfunctional life. There is no peace in our home, someone is always screaming at the top of there lungs. ( I mean sometimes we dont want to even come home) and fear that I am not strong enough to take this challenge alone.

Pray for Nate please, if he could really see how much I love him and want him to be at peace.