I hope your son will sit down with you and watch it. Don't expect a miracle,
Hi StressedoutMom. I forget to mention in my original post, my son, too, first had an ADHD diagnosis.
I think a major part of my son's dynamic is about me, about how to separate from me, be autonomous and different from from me.
To carve out an identity and space in the world that is his, and not mine he needs to reject me, my ideas.
He needs to minimize my accomplishments, my competency. He needs unfortunately to make me smaller not bigger.
He has said, "I am NOT you. I cannot do what you do, like you do it."
In making this statement I wish he would choose to be more than I. Not marginal. Homeless. But I do not get to vote. I see this. Now. Perhaps this is purposeful. How better to expose who I am, to show my underbelly, than failing to thrive.
The problem for us as parents is multi-faceted, way more than our love and fear.
First, many of us attained, succeeded, gained competencies running from our own demons.
We as parents are loath to give up our sense of efficacy because for some of us this is all that stands between our now safe and secure lives and the dogs at the door.
Part of me has fought my own son to maintain my fragile sense of me.
This my son knows about me. And he uses it against me. And he is right, in part.
He knows at some level that this is a fierce, fierce fight between two selves struggling to maintain and in his case, gain ground.
On one side of the ring the young upstart: You know the sort. He bites, he postures and poses. He goes for the jugular. He breaks the rules. He goes where he should not.
On the other side, my own now fragile, brittle self, trying to hang on, survive and maintain, despite the onslaughts that I have faced. The old champion. Resting on past laurels. Tired. Still holding on to past triumphs.
The thing is, I composed that self on the run, in defense, in spite of everything that was written and destined for me.
On so many levels I am a lie. Given everything that has happened to me, I should never have been. And this my son knows, whether he knows it or not. He is right.
He is really calling me on my hypocrisy.
Why is it that I have to wear the scarlet letter of brute, he seems to say, of vulnerability, dependency, outcast, barely functioning, exclusion...when you are right there with me...damaged and weak he seems to accuse.
I call you out.
Imposter, *my son accuses, you present yourself to me as somehow better, more knowing and powerful.
Our sons are in the trenches...and their enemies sometimes...are us.
If your son is anything like my own, he will not allow a video such as this to crack his shell...where you can see him.