FIFTY YEARS of unanswered questions
Sitting alongside my son, Michael, then 10, as we faced a board of his teachers, was a scene that was all too familiar. It was 2011, but though I’d been called into the headteacher’s office more times than I cared to remember, this time was different. Scribbling into his notepad the information he’d garnered from the teachers was the psychiatrist who’d been assessing Michael at home and at school. ‘I believe Michael has attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD),’ he confirmed.
But, on hearing these words, what I felt wasn’t a sense of relief that we had a diagnosis for Michael’s behaviour. Instead, I felt a surge of
