A light bulb lit up in my mind. My daughter was exactly like me. If she had ADHD, did that mean I did, too?
When my oldest daughter turned five, we moved back to America after our stint in kollel in Maalot Dafna, in Israel. The move was incredibly challenging for her. I thought kids were resilient and flexible, but the way she regressed to bed wetting and suddenly began weeping over every little incident alarmed me, and I took her to see a therapist that RELIEF recommended.
During the intake interview, after I’d detailed my daughter’s difficulties adjusting to the move, the social worker asked, “Are there any diagnoses in the family?”
“Two of my brothers have ADHD,” I told her. “They’re really, really wild.”
She began asking questions about my daughter’s personal management, her organizational abilities. Does she dress herself in the mornings? How long does it take her?
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