30% Of Families Have Kids With Learning Disorders

[David Gold]

OK. Few things get it going like this topic. I fall in the middle of this controversy. I believe there are learning disabled kids. I believe medication is appropriate in a few. However, it's being way overdone. Scripps-Howard

Three Part series

[seattlegal]

In Part 3 of this series, it sounds as though the writer had indulged in some of this medication...either that or had gone overboard with the cleaning chemicals inside the house. :roll:

Aside from that, it is a good area to investigate. The fact that the researchers are not coming up with any definitive answers suggests that they are looking in the wrong places.

[rachel]

I too believe that there are genuine cases of children who need medication. However, a parent shouldn't be so quick to dose a child up for some vaguely understood and described condition. Attention Deficit Disorder, for example, makes me highly suspicious.

Plop a kid in front of a tv and video games for hours and then wonder why he has a short attention span?

Put a kid in daycare full time from the time they're born and wonder why he can't get along with other kids or focus on tasks?

Plus, many of the geniuses of human history were "different" from the other kids. What if we're medicating away this generation's Einsteins and DaVincis?

There are also other factors in child behavior that can cause lack of attention or "behavioral disorder"...kids who live in abusive environments have a tendency to retreat into daydreams as a way of coping.

I also hold all the studies and statistics suspect, as many of them are commissioned and payed for by the pharmaceutical companies who produce the very medications in question.

[David Gold]

This is a good read. This is a complex subject. I fall in the middle as stated above. It is far more nuanced than the extremists on either side portray. Here a Mother tells her story. Wash Post


My Son's Disability, and My Own Inability to See It


By Martha Randolph Carr

Sunday, January 4, 2004; Page B05


RICHMOND

This is a cautionary tale, not just for people who have no real idea of what a learning disability is and probably suspect the whole thing is an overindulgent scam, but also for any parent of a child struggling mightily through school. The timing is particularly good because of the ongoing debate about redesigning the federal law that governs how children with learning disabilities must be treated in public schools.

Last March, I sat in a nondescript room, at a set of long folding tables shaped into an L and ringed by plastic chairs, and asked officials at Godwin High School to please test my son, Louie, then a ninth-grader, for any possible learning disabilities. It had taken me 15 years to get to that meeting and while I didn't know it yet, I was going to learn as much about myself as I would about Louie.

I explained carefully, and repeatedly, that I didn't expect them to find anything seriously wrong. I assured them that whatever accommodations Louie might need, if any, would be simple.

Louie and I make up our entire family unit. He is a tall, creative 16-year-old whose wild curly hair makes him easy to find in a crowd. Almost from the time he was born, I've raised him alone. There have always been family members nearby, but nearly all of his milestones -- the scary croup when his tiny chest heaved in and out, the visit to Santa when Louie said, "You know, I think he recognized me from last year," or the time he dyed his blond hair a flaming red -- have been witnessed by just the two of us.

Early on, I learned to relate only the happy stories to friends or family because anything short of happy brought an avalanche of advice I didn't want and could rarely use. I chalked it up to TV talk shows, which seemed to make people feel that it was their obligation to tell me exactly what I should do without ever asking me what I'd already tried.

When Louie was in first grade it became obvious to me that he was having difficulty reading. To avoid labels being placed on my young son, I did what I thought was best: I started reading to Louie. Every book he came into contact with, whether for school or for fun, I read to him. To keep him entertained while I read, I created funny voices or made comments about the plot lines that I found particularly far-fetched. Through elementary and middle school, Louie grew into a thoughtful, intelligent, articulate boy who earned mostly B's, but who had trouble comprehending the little he could read. No one else knew, and Louie and I rarely talked about it.

His reading difficulty was the only problem I saw, and I accepted that everything else was fine. I told myself that I was doing the right thing because Louie might feel badly about himself if he thought there was something wrong and because mainstream colleges wouldn't accept a kid with learning disabilities. Fortunately, time and high school caught up with both of us.

Louie's workload in ninth grade became so large that I couldn't read everything to him, and Louie was becoming too independent to want me to. He also was starting to fail in more ways than I realized. I knew that I had to find help, which led me to my request for testing and my pronouncement that Louie was in need of only a little aid. But I still hadn't allowed myself to look at the depth of his disability.

John Ribble, a soft-spoken gentle man who is responsible for testing most of the students in the Henrico County system, called me for a meeting after only the first round of tests. He held out Louie's answers and said, based on these first tests, that Louie had a more acute problem than I had indicated. He pointed to one answer on a timed test that required more speed as it went along. Toward the end of the test, Louie had indicated that May was a day of the week. He hadn't had enough time to puzzle over the words. Ribble looked at me, still surprised, and said, "No one ever misses that question."

He pulled out old standardized test scores for Louie, going all the way back, that showed wild inconsistencies. He said the tests and Louie's school record suggested my son was not only "visually processing impaired" (Henrico County's official term for dyslexia), but that he likely had attention-deficit disorder, and was suffering. Ribble pointed out this possibility again and again, mostly because I denied it firmly every time he said it. "I'd know if he was struggling that much," I protested. "I'd be able to tell."

But I hadn't. I had ignored the clues because I didn't want to see them. Besides not being able to read much, Louie was habitually disorganized, couldn't absorb instructions that went on for very long, and was easily distracted by sound or movement. All signs of ADD.

When I told Louie about the diagnosis, he didn't look hurt or confused. Instead, his face relaxed and he shouted, "You mean I'm not stupid?!" I was so taken aback that I started to cry. Louie said, still very relieved, "Were you worried, too?" I cried harder.

By denying the truth to myself and thus keeping it from Louie, I had left him with the only other plausible answer he could come up with as to why he always worked so much harder than his friends and didn't get the same grades.

Ribble had called me in early because he had sensed that I was part of the problem. For all the parents who battle with lawyers and school administrators to get their children the tools they believe are necessary to make progress -- and there are thousands around the country -- here was a public school system trying to do the right thing, trying to bring the parent out of denial.

To reinforce his findings, Ribble had polled Louie's teachers and found out that Louie had recently stopped turning in most of his homework, which meant he was outright lying to me. Ribble tapped the grade sheets with all the zeroes and said again: "Louie is giving up." Finally, I stopped talking and began listening.

I sat through Louie's first IEP meeting -- the beginning of the process to design the "individualized education program" called for under federal law -- in somewhat of a daze. Over the next few months, we mapped out a plan to address Louie's weaknesses and bolster his strengths. Most importantly at the time, the school offered to pay for Louie to become a member of Recording for the Blind & Dyslexic, an organization with more than 90,000 CDs and books on tape in its library. The initial fee was $75, and for $25 a year Louie can use the service for life.

Perhaps the hardest thing I did, though, was to take a long look at my own behavior. While I had done many things right, I had fallen into the trap of trying to make Louie conform to my own definitions of learning, instead of being open to the idea that he would have his own path. I thought about all the years I had not helped Louie to look clearly at himself and knew that had to change immediately.

Now Louie is taking responsibility for himself, with accommodations both at home and at school that are geared to making him independent and more confident in his ability to figure out the hurdles.

Louie is naturally talented in the visual arts, which is common among a lot of kids with dyslexia, though no one can say exactly why. To inspire him, I arranged for us to take a tour of the new arts building at Virginia Commonwealth University. Our guide was the retiring head of the department, Myron Helfgott, whom I had told beforehand of Louie's learning disabilities. Helfgott made a point of telling us of a talented recent graduate who had such severe dysgraphia that he couldn't write at all, but had found his way nonetheless and thrived.

I had been wrong -- there are mainstream colleges that will take students with even severe learning disabilities, as long as the students know what accommodations they'll need and prove they can keep up. In other words, keeping Louie from learning about himself and getting help would have been the biggest factor in keeping him out of college.

Recently, Louie got his first report card of his sophomore year. I tried to look both congratulatory and empathetic as I waited for him to tell me how he had done. I didn't want him to think I didn't expect much. Nor did I want him to conclude that I wouldn't be happy with whatever he had achieved. A tricky balance.

Louie had made the honor roll. A wave of relief came over me. He had stapled his report card down the middle to keep it open, and it already looked a little ragged. "You've been carrying it around?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, trying to sound casual. "How about if I frame it?" I said, trying to do the same. "Yeah," Louie said. "That'd be good."

Louie and I take everything day by day, a good lesson in general, and we occasionally share a laugh over a misstep, such as his recent repeated use of the word "arousal" rather than "aerosol" in the draft of a paper. And best of all, because I am now able to see and celebrate who Louie really is, so is Louie. Louie is happy, at last.

[Osiris]

I have a co-worker with a son who was diagnosed with ADD. The mother completely denies it, and is trying to treat him as if nothing were wrong. The diagnosis was confirmed by more than just a second opinion.

Through talks with the mother, also a good friend, she descibes the boys activities at home, and the things he gets into. Her descriptions match up perfectly with the diagnosis. She is Chinese, and actually expresses disdain for most of western medicine. I have known her for the past 15 years. Her own behavior at work, mirrors that of that which she describes her own son.

Excerpts from: Attention Deficit Disorder
ADD/ADHD is a neurological disorder. According to the National Institute of Health, between 3% and 5% of the population in this country are affected by ADD/ADHD. The major symptoms of the disorder are distractibility, forgetfulness, inability to concentrate, poor attention span and impulsiveness.

ADD and ADHD can both be difficult and cause distractibility, forgetfulness, disorganization, difficulty following rapid conversations, and low self esteem. This is the part that would describe my co-worker completely.

It was once believed that ADHD was something that you outgrew after puberty. It is now known, that although the hyperactivity may diminish somewhat during puberty, ADD is not outgrown. Many parents, when going through the diagnostic process with their child, are learning that they too have ADD.

My friend does exhibit these things a lot. In her denial of western medicine, and of the doctors, she is much like the woman in that article. Living in denial. Pretty much I agree with Rachel, no one should accept any single medical finding on first notice. Second opinions should always be sought. Too many people will accept the diagnosis of one doctor, because of their own manner of treating doctors so high, because of their status. But denial, even after the second and even third opinion/medical finding, is certainly not going to help the child.

[David Gold]

Looks like the parents need to be treated too. Chicago Sun Times

Parents of attention-deficit kids need treatment too, experts say
Chicago Sun-Times ^ | January 7, 2004 | Unattributed


Posted on 01/07/2004 10:40:16 PM CST by Holly_P


Treatment for many young children with attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder should also include treatment for their parents, according to researchers involved in one of the first systematic studies of preschool kids with ADHD.

The research team from the University of Maryland's ADHD Program found that parents of children with the condition are 24 times more likely to have the disorder themselves, as compared with the parents of children without ADHD.

The study also showed that, when ADHD preschoolers also suffer from other serious behavioral problems, the parents are two to five times more likely to suffer from a wide range of mental health problems as well -- including depression, anxiety and drug addictions. Since treatments for children with ADHD rely heavily on parental support, parents' problems can interfere with a child's improvement, the researchers said in a report that appears in the Journal of the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry.

''The evidence is dramatic and the message clear: We need to treat the whole family, not just the child,'' said University of Maryland psychologist Andrea Chronis, the study's lead author and director of the Maryland ADHD Program. ''Too often, the answer is just to give the children drugs. But our study suggests that, when there are problems in the family, you need to address those, too.''