The bottom line is that he's a danger to himself and sometimes to others as well. So, what do we do? Well, the pediatrician has some ideas. I got a chance to sit and really talk to her the other day while I was taking Mindy for a visit. She had some valid points that I hadn't considered before. She pointed out that others in the family don't always enjoy him, but instead dread him. No child should be dreaded. She pointed out how it must feel to be him and feel the constant need to always be moving, touchingrunning, etc. She mentioned CJ and how much better CJ seems to feel now that we've given him medicine. I waited eight years to allow CJ to have it, and that was hard for me, but the truth is that he is a much happier kid with it than without it. She asked me why I'd want to make Liam wait to feel better when we could just do it now. She had a point.
I e-mailed Liam's teachers and team at school and laid it all out for them. They spend as much time with him as I do, if not more and their opinion matters to me. Betsy, the director of his school, responded and shared how she feels about medications in general. Like me, she avoids medicines as much as possible. She conceded that two of her four children needed medicines and now that they're adults, they can express to her how much better they feel with them than without them. At the end of the day, it comes down to the fact that she agrees it's time to try something new.
So, here I sit as his mom wanting to do anything but medicate him but knowing exactly what I need to do. It's time to try the medicines and see if we can help him with his impulse control and make him more teachable and safe. He's such a smart, happy, beautiful kid and I want for him to feel loved and included and in control of himself. For as much as I hate the idea, I have a feeling it just might work.
In the back of my mind, I worry that people will look at us and think we're those parents who opted to drug our kid rather than parent him. We know the truth. We've worked and tried everything under the sun. The opinions of others shouldn't matter, but they somehow sort of do. Weird, right? Or maybe I worry that others will view this as me accepting failure on my part to teach him right. Maybe it is a failure, but maybe it's just something Liam has to overcome and we're giving him the tools to help do that. I don't really know the answers to that one.
What I do know is that I'll be talking to the doctor tomorrow and setting up a plan that includes picking up a new prescription for a medicine to help him help himself better. I know it's the right thing to do and I know I don't like it. Most of all, I know that I love him more than words can say.