Children are dying from ADHD Drugs
http://www.ritalindeath.com/
This family suffered the same kind of attacks I did, when my son's school tried to bully me to put him on Ritalin. I immediately searched the web and found tons of info about Ritalin and the sister drugs used.
I went to the school psychologist they sent us to. When he made the same threat about Child Services - I got up and stood over his desk dropping a folder with over 2 inches of printed our documentation about the over diagnosis of ADHD/ADD and the dangerous medications prescribed.
I got into his face and said, "You may be able to threaten those that are uninformed, but I know better. Show me proof that medically my son has "brain damage". A CAT scan maybe? No? Well, you show me medical proof and then we'll see about any medication. Until then, you and that councilor at school best get off my back."
Needless to say, we didn't get any proof and they did back off. But that councilor didn't like that she couldn't push me around.
At school that same councilor stated right in front of my son. "He's not normal. He should be kept away from other children. He has no future and will most likely end up in some mental institution." She'd been bugging me to sign a paper that would protect the school from liability, if it was determined that he couldn't graduate due to his "disability".
My son was in 3rd grade.
I told her quietly, that she was lucky that there were kids in sight as well as my son there. Or I would have decked her for speaking like that about my son, let alone in front of him. I also went to the principle and made a complaint against her.
The school was Sand Hills, a school for students with psychological problems. I thought it was just an excuse to pick out kids and drug them rather than help them.
The end of that year, I took him out of public school. They had said they would put him into summer school, then move him into fourth grade.
I said firmly NO. They'd had their chance and blew it. It would be my turn now.
I'd looked at his school file. I saw what was in it and it was shocking. He was being given 1st and 2nd grade work. They claimed that he did not understand reality and lived in a dream world. How did they come to this assessment. From two incidents which I had attempted to explain.
1 - I was called in on a Mon. teacher said that my son was making up stories and that he was telling the kids that he flew.
I asked my son what he'd said. He immediately said he had told him about running in the yard playing tag with his sister that weekend. That he had told him how he'd flown over my little fenced in garden getting away from her.
The teacher was smug, to which I asked if she'd ever heard of descriptive language. She looked confused.
I told her that it was his way of explaining how while running from his sister, he'd glanced back, not watching where he was going. Just in time, he turned to see he was headed straight for my little fenced in garden.
(This is a 2' wide area beside the carport we had at the time. The fence was about 8" thin white decorative wire. Not much of a deterrent to the local rodents who kept nibbling my plants.)
Trouble was that he was going too fast to stop and while his mind froze up undecided at what to do, his body decided to jump for it! He was completely surprised because he made it!
He used a descriptive term, "flew over" to explain how he felt going over it. I thought it was rather impressive.
(I am a writer, so I approved.)
The teacher on the other hand did not and said that they didn't tolerate such wild stories. They also started giving him homework that was a list of words. He had to write a sentence with the word. But he wasn't allowed to make up a sentence. He had to copy one from a book. Talk about killing creativity.
2 - I was called in and told my son didn't know the difference between what is real and fantasy. (here we go again)
I asked why. I was told that he was telling the class that he talked to the White Ranger on our computer and that Jason had come over to his house to help me with my computer.
(I had to try not to laugh, this was during the Power Ranger hype. It was amusing that she thought he meant "that" ranger. But he hadn't said that.)
I asked her what was the problem and she stared at me. I told her that my son did talk with the White Ranger on our computer.
She then interrupted to say that playing some silly game on a computer wasn't real. I told her that it wasn't a game. I explained we talked to Jason through the computer on a BBS.
She looked completely lost and maybe she even wondered if I was nuts. I asked her, don't you know what an electronic bulletin board system is? She obviously heard the bulletin board part, because she pointed to the one bulletin board in the room. I shook my head.
I told her, that it was a way people could talk to one another - computer to computer. But she was adamant that it wasn't possible and that that wasn't real. "You can't do that on a computer." she said.
I tried to explain that you have a handle or nickname that you use on this service and that Jason's nickname was White Ranger. She was completely confused. Then said accusingly said that I would be telling her next that this person had come over to my house to help me with my computer.
I told her yes, he did. I further explained that Jason was 16, lived locally and that he helped fix the sound card on my computer, because it had stopped working.
She was so distraught she called the assistant principle to the room. I explained all that I had to her. She just stared at him with a look that said, "See? She's nuts! Just like her son!"
Only problem was that the assistant principle was a computer user. He knew what a BBS was and was impressed that my son knew how to use our computer. I told him I'd been tutoring my kids on a computer since I'd bought a Commodore 64 in the 80's. Seems he'd had one too and was surprised that my son still played on ours. I used an IBM I'd gotten in the late 90's. (this happened in 1996)
Oddly enough we discovered we'd both been Sysops of our own BBS for a time in the 80's.
Well, while this exchange went on, the teacher seemed to be getting really annoyed. I found out later that she took to ignoring my son whenever he raised his hand or tried to get help.
When I found out about it, I went to report it to the assistant principle, he said he'd handle it.
Now you get a glimpse of how they twist things.
After taking him out of school I started testing him. For some time I was afraid that I hadn't rescued him from them in time.
Afterward I found he was highly kinetic, visual second, with audio last. So, instruction had to be something that was manipulative.
Under a more interactive program of study he soared and made huge leaps.
When they had him he'd not learned to read, not even knowing letter sound blendings or phonics. He could read the words, but had zero comprehension. I was already home schooling his older sister, so I worked out a program for him too.
Within eight months of working with him, he was able to pick up and read a high school level paperback book. He'd mastered fractions, measurements and developed a love for cooking. He also started to learn Japanese with his younger sister. We took virtual trips - immersing ourselves in the culture of other countries.
When Columbine happened - it was on the news, which I included as part of current events. My son became upset, he came and hugged me. Then he thanked me for home schooling him.
My son is now 24yrs old, a high school graduate and a very creative and intelligent person. He researches his interests and enjoys a variety of outlets.
In fact, he's currently working on an entry for a writing competition online. I'm very proud of his achievements and glad that I protected him from those that wanted to drug him.
It seems that status quo has gotten worse over the years. This book was very helpful to me when I was searching for information about Ritalin. I've included some other links that I think are good resources.
No More Ritalin
Book Review on above
http://www.fabresearch.org/560
This blog entry below was very disturbing and upsetting to me. It should be a wake up call to parents with small children. I can't believe it's gone so far.
Ritalin for Toddlers! No More “Terrible Twos!”
This may be adding a bit much to this post, but I want to add my own experience from 1978-1980 when I was in High School. At the time I didn't understand, but later it became clear.
I used to go to the office a lot to do extra credit work. I didn't want to end up like dozens of senors (mostly guys) who were going nuts trying to get just a few more credits so they could graduate. I wanted to rack up the credits before hand.
So I did work for teachers, extra credit reports and worked in the office.
Adults often seem to forget that kids are around, or they just don't see us. We have our own language, our own grapevine and most of the time we "get it", even if we don't show it.
The adults that came into the office on this one day, didn't even realize I was in the front area sorting messages into the pigeon hole boxes for each teacher. They left the office door open, since they were waiting for someone.
They complained about how the school system was getting hit by lawsuits. Lawsuits because kids were being graduated and yet they didn't know the basics. Parents were mad! The school board wanted to find a way to avoid more lawsuits. I'd heard this talk before, but many seemed really aggrivated this time.
That's when the lawyer came in with some nerdy guy.
I looked busy, but may as well have been a part of the background. They never looked at me. They went into the office, but I could still hear what was going on since the door didn't "catch". If you didn't know how to do it, the door wouldn't close right, which this guy didn't realize. There was talk, introductions, I think a Dr. something was mentioned. I sorta tuned out as I continued working. I wanted to finish before the bell. But when this nerdy guy spoke, sorry - but it had to be him. He sounded nerdy. It snagged my drifting attention. What he said made me perk up.
"Find a way to pin the blame on the kids. Then it's not the schools fault. Not the teachers fault. The kids just messed up. They can't sue anyone then."
The lawyer added in. "Maybe we can see about medicating some of the more difficult kids. The problem students so that we can get them under control."
There was suddenly a lot more talk - but too many were doing it so I couldn't really separate it all.
But bits and pieces stuck -
"Is it legal? How can we get this started?"
"How can we get them to believe their kids are disabled?"
"Maybe get the parents to sign a waiver so they can't sue us if their kid can't graduate."
"What can we say they have to pin this on them? How do we prove it?"
I'm not sure who said this last one, but it worried me.
"Special Education gets money for every disabled student. If we can claim these kids are special needs, we could get more funding."
About that time the bell rang and I got out of there. All that talk had made my stomach hurt and even though I didn't really understand it; it put me off eating. I knew what they were saying wasn't right. But mostly I felt it was bad - for us, the students.
I didn't like how it made me feel. Being a kid it eventually got driven out of my mind by other things. But I did write it all down in my diary when I got home. I wrote about it for a few days since it helped to flush the bad feelings away.
That diary entry help me to support a friend years later. She'd been fighting with the school over medicating her son.
She'd finally been bullied into it in 1989 and her son had been on the drug for about 4 months. He was only 12. He was so energetic she hoped it would calm him down like they said. She wanted to believe that it wasn't harmful like I'd warned. Besides, they had pulled the Child Services threat on her. She buckled.
But slowly her son started to become a little robot. He did exactly what he was told. He sat. He would go take out the trash. He was an obedient little droid. She was starting to miss the little boy who used to run around the house! She said it was eerie how he was just so complacent. It was like he was disconnected from everything. It worried her.
Then one day he came home late from school. When she asked him where he had been, he said he had been in the park. That was it. Then she saw a bulge in his jacket pocket when he took it off. She took it from him and found a bag of candy in the pocket. He wasn't allowed to eat sweets like this. She asked where he got it.
He said a man asked him if he wanted some candy. She had to prompt him further. He said that he'd said yes. The man told him that he had to do something for it. That's when she got really got worried.
He answered her questions with no real emotion. Just the same tone. She had to prompt him to get any answers. He told her what the man said. Then what the man did and what he was told to do. Then after giving him the bag, the man said go home.
So he did. She was crying by then and so angry - but also really scared. The lack of reaction from her son. It was like he wasn't there inside his own body. She called the police, taking her son to their doctor and immediately took him off the medication.
It took a while for him to detox off that drug. The more the psychologist said he needed to go back on because of his behavior getting more out of control. The more she knew that she had to get that drug out of his system.
Thankfully she got a new psychologist that didn't believe in drugging. Both of them eventually worked through what happened to him. They even went to an apocathary that specialized in helping families that had gone through the ritalin insanity.
With just two treatments, she had her son back and he was in control this time. Even when they hit some rough patches as he got older, she said she'd rather argue with him over privileges, than have that overly obediant robot with no feelings.
I hope that this has been of some help and that before anyone decides to drug a child/teen they make sure that the drugs are appropriate for the issue.
As long as we pay the cost of these drugs to help fight the symptoms, there is no reason to find a cure.
Besides, why would the pharmaceutical companies want to cut the huge profits that they are making off our kids health...