I despise the fact that ADD/ADHD has been so over-diagnosed that those who have legitimate concerns are now brushed off as just trying to medicate their child into submission. That is NOT what is going on here.
it was NOT my intent, to suggest that is what you the concerned parent are trying to medicate your child in such a manner ....
I was referring to the school system - from my experience with public schools in the 90's with my various children - oldest is 30 youngest is 11
and as one who was on Ritalin in the 70's for a number of years and a NO Food Coloring / Artificial Flavors Diet .... school was BORING, I was not engaged - teachers could not make me get interested in some classes
English Grammar - blah why am I diagramming sentences
Literature - hmm maybe, I love to read
History - yeah that is fun to study
Graphic Arts - you mean I get to operate the Printing Press - cool
[high school in these examples]
and as an Adult I ticked off most of the check marks in a Time Magazine Article on ADD / ADHD 'epidemic' that was all the rage in the 90s as well
I went to a counselor for about 6 months and was 'deemed' ok ....
this is a more recent Time Article
http://time.com/growing-up-with-adhd/
here is a Time Counter Point Article
http://time.com/3822755/adhd-disease-called-childhood/
I met Aiden in 2008 when he was seven years old. The previous year, he had moved with his family from New York to California, and the transition had been difficult. He missed his friends in his old neighborhood and his cousins who had lived nearby. When I met with Aiden’s parents, Scott and Ava, they told me Aiden had always been a handful. Even as a baby Aiden was colicky and fussy, and difficult to put down to sleep. At two years old, he was more active than most of their friends’ children. Aiden’s preschool teachers had been concerned about his disruptive, impulsive behavior.
Now Aiden’s second-grade teacher said he typically fidgeted at his desk and talked with his classmates instead of completing his class work. Often he doodled or daydreamed and missed the teacher’s instructions so the teacher had to explain an assignment two or three times before he figured out what he was supposed to do. The teacher sent notes home almost every day. Worst of all, Ava explained with tears in her eyes, Aiden was beginning to feel bad about himself. He had begun saying things like “I hate myself” and “I’m stupid.”
On the plus side, Ava told me, Aiden was a sweet and caring child. He seemed to be able to focus for hours on things that interested him such as video games. He was also an amazing artist. The walls of their house were covered with his drawings of horses, their cat Donovan, and their dog Barney. He had been playing piano since he was five, and his piano teacher said he had a natural talent for music.
Worried about Aiden’s disruptive behavior at school, Ava and Scott took him to the pediatrician. The doctor said Aiden had enough symptoms of hyperactivity, impulsiveness, and inattention to warrant a diagnosis of ADHD. The pediatrician wrote a prescription for Adderall. Before giving Aiden the medicine, however, his parents decided to consult me to find out if there was some other way to help him apart from medication. I was happy to help.