struggled to read, write, and spell. Mentioning “homework” would set in motion a performance packed with tears, pleas, complaints, and meltdowns.Despite our insistence that something was awry, teachers and school counselors reassured us.
She was just a “late bloomer.” Our gut instinct disagreed. When our daughter finally received diagnoses of inattentive ADHD and dyslexia, our lives shifted from bleak to hopeful.
Almost immediately, relief replaced our frustrations. We had an explanation; we could help her.The weight of not feeling “smart enough” or “good enough” that our tiny girl carried throughout her early childhood began to lift, as she learned about the disorders and their manifestations.
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