Any funny stories about your ADHD child? | ADHD Information
I thought that perhaps parents could get a laugh out of things their ADHD kids do that parents without ADHD children would not understand. This way we can all laugh (and cry) together. I will start with what my 8 y/o son did last week while on his AdderalXR (he has been on meds for 4 1/2 years).
I heard Jon crying out and ran in to see what was the matter. Oh my! He had wrapped a rubber band around his private part and it was hurting so to get it off he was pulling and pulling the rubber band. Well, he pulled so hard that the band broke and snapped him very hard. I know he will NEVER wrap a rubber band around that part of his body again!
DD mixes up words, basically has her own language that we have eventually come to understand.
So this morning she tells me and her older sister " I want to remove my room this after school day" , her sister says HUH? And I calmly say " she would like to REARRANGE her room today after school".
She has always had her won little words for things, and it is funny at times.
Last weekend my son (9, adhd) and daughter (7, not) and my neighbors' granddaughter (11- I strongly suspect she's adhd, and know for a fact that she was born drug-addicted) were playing "vampires" outside. The three of them were running around draped in blankets until one would pull another's blanket off and that person would scream "The sun! The sun! I'm burning!" and there would be a big dramatic death scene that involved a LOT of high pitched shrieks and tumbling down the hill. It wasn't till later that I realized they were wearing dress-ups (that I keep for the pre-schoolers I watch) without much underneath.
I have no idea what the neighbors must think of us. 
With the same team (she plays on two), during one time out huddle, out of the blue she made comments about how all the numbers on the score board were 1 & 6's.
After last weekends game, she went rambling on about the numbers on the score board again. She had come up with some formula that related all the numbers o the board. I'd love to get inside her mind just for a little while to see what goes on in there...
My daughter at one of her psychologist appointments one where he was addressing her bug fears well as she was noticeably looking around the room for bugs he was doing his psychological talk to her. She said she was not looking for bugs but did point out to him a spider on the ceiling in the corner a real small one. Well that lead on to another psych. talk to help her through it she gave him a blank stare then said to him "well are you going to kill it". I almost died I wanted to crack up and no he did not kill it only went into the speal mode again. That time period she refused to leave the house due to bug fears.
Ouch for your son and the rubber band incident.
When my son was about 3 he was being too physical with his friends in daycare. One day when I was in the classroom I saw him tackle another boy, in the spirit of "playing", but the little boy didn't like it. So I pulled my son aside and said, "You can't jump on people. You wouldn't like it if someone jumped on top of you like that, it would make us mad or sad or you might get hurt. When you jumped on Andrew how do you think he felt?" And my son said, "He felt all squishy."
I should have said "How do you think that made him feel?" Just like a 3 year old answering the question from the ego-perspective.
Your rubberband story beats all of ours...but I have one that i though was pretty funny. We just got home and my 7 yo had the duty of unlocking the front door. He walks in the house and throws the keys on a new chair we bought. My husband tells him "what happened, did you loose your sense?" (ref: to common sense) and my son goes no...its right here. He shows us his 2 quarters in his hand.
I just thought of another one. This happened on a weekend. I gave him a shower ( he takes way too long if i let him do it on his own). When I was soaping him up, I noticed a big lump on the back of his ear. I freaked out, got him out of the shower to examine the lump more closely. Turns out it was a piece of gum that he placed there for safe keeping while he ate a brownie. He forgot all about it and it had dried up.
1 more..while I was just typing the above..my sister fowards me an email my son wrote her. It goes like this:
"hi wuts going on?how ar u good?brb.u know wut brb means?"
apprently, he must be hanging out too much with his older text messaging addicted cousins!
What a topic! I've been taking notes for years to help me remember the things I've endured. Here's just a few:In first grade my ADHD son (J)had the school assignment to complete, “If I had a 0 I would…” to which he wrote, “I would by a new bruther”.
When we showed this to his brother who is four years older he responded with, “You can’t sell a brother for 0. It has to be about 00!” He quickly said, “Not if there was a garage sale for boys”.
During a bus ride home from first grade, it was reported that J threw his backpack out the bus window before it came to a stop. His logic was that he wanted his backpack to get home before him (the stop is at our yard).
When I was trying to teach J more pleasant words than “poop” and “pee”, I explained the use of “number 1” or a “number 2”. He listened intently and then asked, “But what if I do both, is that a number 3??”
When I asked J why he turned on the dryer when his little brother climbed in, he replied, “Well it didn’t turn on the first time I pushed the button”.
Two of my boys, about 7 and 5 at the time, kept coming upstairs and getting tape and returning to the basement. When I asked what they were doing, the response was, “Need tape, Mom”. After many more trips up and down, I went to the basement to see what they were up to. “Mom! We are doing Myth Busting!!” On our 8 foot indoor trampoline, they were taking turns trying to test their theory if one could keep his bare bottom taped down while the other one jumped.
Someone should write a book!
Verbal pingpong is always fun. This is a conversation we had in the car today:
Dad: You need to stop arguing back there.
Jon: I'm not arguing.
Dad: Don't talk back to me.
Jon: I'm not talking back.
Dad: Why do you always have to get the last word in.
Jon: I don't get the last work in.
Dad: Just be QUIET!
Jon: I am being QUIET!
Dad: Stop talking! Not Another Word!
Jon: I am not talking!
Mom: Where should we go for lunch?
I have 2 daughters w/ADHD. My oldest daughter-15, does not. The middle-12 is increadibly bright, and copes w/her ADHD by being hyper organized. She is very black and white and very litteral. My youngest-9 is has more typical ADHD symptoms. On night driving home, we were talking about the previous night when the 12 yo and her father had a break down w/the other car. The 15 yo asked, 'Where did you break down?' to which the 12yo responded 'On the road.' 15yo 'Where on the road?' 12yo 'the side of the road' 15yo getting frustrated 'Where on the side of the road?' 12 yo jesturing to the right also getting frustrated 'You know the side of the road!' I told them to just stop the I hear the 9yo(Who is typically the one getting in trouble for agruing, yelling, etc.)- 'jeez, I'm not even that bad.'My dtr also did the gum behind the ear bit. I practically had to shave her head to get it out. Thank goodness she had long hair to cover the bald spot.
From a very young age she also did what we called nesting. She would go into a corner or someplace away from her strs, fam, other kids, take a blanket, sometimes a pillow and make a 'nest,' and just be by herself, or go to sleep. She did this at home and at daycare. One morning I got up and threw some clothes into the dryer and turned it on, she sat up from an area between the wall and the dryer. She scared me to death. Later, after she was diagnosed we figurred out that this behavior was her way to self calm.
I have to post todays ADHD moment: My son has come down with the flu. This morning he started throwing up. He's been carring a plastic trash can everywhere today. I had to run to the store and get some more kids Motrin. He wanted to go. So I agreed as long as the can came with. Baffaled he asked I have to take it in the store too. I assured him that he can leave it in the car. SO on the way to the store I got the play by play of this morning's throwing up. The amount of times, the locations and the contents. I really didnt need to know all that, but I guess he thought I should know for future refernce lolWhen my son was 6, his 16 yeqr old sister sister told him all mothers were psychic. One day at school the teacher's aide warned him was going to get in trouble. He looked at her in disbelief and ask her, "Are you psychic, too. Joanna said all moms are psychic."
When he was 10, he decided to use toothpaste instead soap during his shower. I will say he had a tinglng feeling for hours.
When my older three boys were young they were very competitive. They invented climbing the walls... they would go into our narrow hallway, stretch out with feet on one wall and hands on the other and climb the walls to see who could touch their back to the ceiling first. Well, one day my youngest son fell and I had to take him to the ER for a tooth through the lip. When the folks there asked me what happened I said, "He fell off the ceiling." The look they gave me could have withered a tree. I said, "I'll just sit over there and let him tell you."
My older daughter was at Sunday School and my 6 year old (ADHD) who is obsessed with a statue of Mary stood in front of her asking questions about her. I explained that Mary is the mother of Jesus. She said that she already knew who Mary was...... and that she had a little lamb.I think I will never forget last fall, when my son was five years old and infirst grade. He was having really good mornings. One morning he got his
shoes & socks and sweater on without being told (well, maybe once) and he
looked so spiffy in his uniform. I told him to tuck his shirt in while I went to
the bathroom, then we would leave for school. He was singing and singing,
then I heard the singing stop, followed by a soft little "uh-oh." I rushed out
of the bathroom and found him stark naked. I was really, truly, and
completely speechless. He looked surprised also, and he just wailed "it was
an accident!" He had unzipped his pants to tuck in his shirt and just sort of
got undressed instead by mistake. My dad, his biggest defender, later said
"Oh, we all do that sometimes."
I'm enjoying these!Once, several years ago, my husband was in a discussion with our daughter. I think it was about time; he was trying to get her to hurry to get somewhere on time...
He made the comment, "That's not how it is in the real world." She replied, "It is in my own real world."
We still laugh from time to time about our daughter's "own real world." [QUOTE=edbson] DD mixes up words, basically has her own language that we have eventually come to understand.
So this morning she tells me and her older sister " I want to remove my room this after school day" , her sister says HUH? And I calmly say " she would like to REARRANGE her room today after school".
She has always had her won little words for things, and it is funny at times.[/QUOTE]
This reminds me of when my daughter was younger and went through a
phase where she always said compound words backwards. Like "car-seat"
was "seat-car," and "kitty litter" was "litter cat."
When my DS was about 4, I had gone to take a shower and left him playing a learning game on the computer. When I came out, he had taken his clothes off and colored on himself from head to toe in permanent markers. I had some explaining to do at the preschool as to why his privates were colored black and green. I had been able to scrub the rest off, but some areas you just can't scrub.
amkly77739493.4832407407 Well my husband just had the "talk" with our 7 year old son this weekend because he started asking lots of questions. Well my husband used all the correct terms and explained with correct diagrams on the computer how mommies and daddies make babies. Well last night he tells us he wants a baby brother and decides he since he knows how it "works" he wants to watch us!!! I was suppressing the giggles and explained that this is something that mommies and daddies do privatly. 
I've already added a post to this thread but had a classic this morning. 5DS & I got to school and he took off his coat, hat & boots and was doing his usual doddling & lolly-gagging. I layed his tennis shoes out for him to put on & said, "okay, now put on your shoes" to which he completely ignored & continued talking to himself & twirling around. I said it again, this time more firm and he started putting on his boots back on! I said, "look at what you're doing" which he did & took off his boot. I said, "okay, now focus" and he went back to putting his boot on!!! After a 3rd time of this same sequence, I stopped him & got him to look me in the eyes & told him that I asked him to put shoes on, not boots and he was putting boots on, please put on the SHOES. Finally he did. I just thought that was a totally classic ADHD moment!
I may have posted this somewhere else but it is terrible and funny at the same time. When my son was 6 he still wasn't potty trained. His specialist told me his body wasn't producing the chemical needed to wake him up during the night when his bladder was full. He was preemie and a lot of things were slower in developing.
Well, I bought a urine alarm- you attach it to the child's underwear and when it gets wet (damp) an alarm goes off and wakes them up. Then the parent can take them to the bathroom and reset the alarm. Unfortunately, I forgot about the alarm and closed my son's door. The alarm went off sometime in the night but I didn't hear it and he was too afraid to come to get me. Early in the morning, in the first light of day, I heard a tiny "beep beep beep" as Jon came into my room. The alarm must have been on for hours and the battery was almost dead. It was supposed to take 3 months for the alarm to train a child not to pee in bed but that was the last time Jon EVER pee'd in his bed!!!
randyjim39497.7906134259Last night I found that my son (9) had written cuss words all over the bathroom window in soap crayon. 
This morning after he cleaned it off (and lost video games for the day) I told him that if he ever wrote on my house or furniture again (it's been an ongoing problem) I was going to take a marker and write all over his walls. I said that I would be sure to do it on a day I knew his friends would be coming over and that it would be pink and purple and say things like "Love" and "Sweetie Pie" and "Honeybunnie."
Sometimes being the evil mom is so much fun. (Insert evil laugh here)