Growing up in the early 70's, they called this "being a kid."
Giving kids drugs during their most formidable growing years w/o knowing HOW this will affect them long term is just crazy.
Growing up in the early 70’s, they called this “being a kid.”
yeah, and a lot of those troublemakers who were sluffed off as just being “kids” in the 1970s went untreated and ended up evolving into conduct disorders, in trouble with the law, self-medicating on cigarettes, booze, pot and worse, in jail, drop outs, addicts, or just permanent underclass, and now they are breeding
I suppose the staggering number of kids now diagnosed with autism (of which true clinical ADHD is on the spectrum) is just society coddling kids and not spanking them and not getting them enough exercise and too much sugar? And has nothing to do with the toxins that permeate our entire food and water supply, air, soil, and vaccines we pump into our kids and vaccines the mothers and fathers had pumped into them when they were kids
While there are abuses of psych meds, some kids DO need them and when they work, they are a godsend and a ticket to “normalcy”
I am very sorry a 10 yr old who was on anti-depressants committed suicide, but would he have destroyed himself regardless? Sometimes depression is successfully diagnosed as to source, and treated, other times not. Did his parents seek and find therapy aside from the meds? Talking therapy with an appopriate clinician (Psych,Psychologist) is expensive, long term and hard to find, even for the most diligent parents
been there
Every summer we had about ten neighborhood kids on our street who during the school year differed greatly based on behavior, scholarly leanings, family structure, and attitudes while getting by. Once summer came, a new order would form based on new rules.
We all had bikes and we would be out on the street by nine in the morning. We would ride to wherever we knew we could go swimming, usually packing a lunch or snack. Fishing might be on the schedule if the swimming spot was a local creek or pond. We rode our bikes a startling 40 miles a day on average. We only discovered this once one of us got a speedometer on their Stingray. It was a rule to be home by 5PM, to eat dinner. The kids with problem households were "friends over for dinner", without asking or discussion.
After dinner, kick the can, baseball, tree climbing, or other activity was the norm. Around 10PM, there would be an outdoor camp-out with a cheap old tent in someones yard. At night it would thunderstorm and we'd end up in someone's basement for the duration.
The routine would start all over again, with any kid's doctor appointment, visiting relative, or undone chore throwing a wrench into the works. We would have to wait for the missing kid. For some reason we never considered abandoning them.
Eventually summer would end, and the group would slowly develop division as school had it's effect on our brothers. By October, we greeted each other with nothing more than a nod. It was like parallel universes.
Young boys are like teams of horses. If you don't run them hard every day they'll tear the barn apart(unless you medicate them).