Seth was first diagnosed by my mother when he was 3 years old. He was an only child, and “only” children tend to be a bit different from children brought up around siblings. I denied her claims and kept treating him as if he was any other child. By kindergarten, his teacher started making the same claims. So, I had him tested by his school. His own pediatrician did not want to recognize Seth’s differences. I did not want him on pharmaceuticals because I had adverse reactions to drugs and Seth tended to follow my genes, and I did not want his
fresh new body plagued so early. I did not want to listen, and fought in my own way,
but still went through the process. I learned so much. I was wrong for fighting.
