“I don’t believe you have ADHD,” the nurse practitioner said at our first meeting, looking at her computer and not at me. “You scored moderate for depression and anxiety. There are overlapping symptoms between those and ADHD, so we’ll treat them and you’ll see I’m right.”
My two-year-old happily threw all the pillows from the sofa onto the floor, and then tried to pull the blinds down from the window as I attempted to corral him without setting off a crying fit. I scooped him up and plopped on the sofa, relieved to nurse him for a moment, before he went after the blinds again. What did she mean, she didn’t believe my diagnosis? And why did she keep going on and on about how dangerous schedule 2 drugs are and how she wouldn’t just throw them at a problem?
