Our happy, bright, young son struggled from day one at school. Finally in Class 3, he was diagnosed with severe dyslexia, dyscalculia and ADHD.
We poured all our efforts into helping him to learn to read and cope with schoolwork. We invested thousands of hours and dollars in time, programs and technology.
We thought life would start to feel like smooth sailing for him once he mastered reading ...
And his reading was improving. He appeared to be coping at school, if not excelling.
Fast forward three years, our teen was moving into high school.
That's when all three of us slammed into the wall of despair and anxiety.
Every school day became a struggle to get him out of bed. He would tell us often that he was stupid.
He'd lost his sense of purpose and direction in life. If we'd let him, he would have sat at his computer playing Minecraft all day.