The Black Box

During a month my son attended many evaluation sessions. Every session would be like a "Black Box" for me. I would take my son to her office. She would take him in. I would go to a coffee to spare some time, she would call me when she was done for the day, I would pick my son up and we would schedule the next appointment. All she would say would be "he worked very hard" or "he is adorable". But no hint of what the heck she was doing with him.

It took her about five or six sessions and a month to complete the battery of magic tests. Finally she decided that she had "collected enough data" and she was "ready to analyze the data".

We waited for days, until she called informing she was done. We scheduled an appointment.

Waiting for her to finish and for the appointment day to come was horrible. I felt miserable, desperate, like if I was waiting for the diagnosis of a brain tumor or something like that. I kept telling myself that it couldn't be that bad and that she would find something easy to fix like a problem with his vision. But deep inside me I knew already what she was going to say.

I knew that she would say he has ADHD and that the "easiest" way to fix this problem is medication.