ADHD, Inattention, and Injury

Today my son is suppose to be heading off to Boys Scout camp. This would be the first year that he would have been, he just was not ready last year.

Even this year I was worried. No one quite understands why I make the rules that I do for my son.

1) Someone must make sure he takes his meds
2) Someone has to make sure that he goes to bed, at least when the other boys do.
3) Keep an eye on him

I think they are simple rules, yet I basically get told to cut the apron strings and let them be boys.

Yet it is hard to forget the thirteen years of stopping him from being hit by cars. Or, how about the time that I had to pull him away from the hot stove. It was not enough for him to feel it was hot. Me telling him to stop touching it did not help either. He just had to keep touching the stove.

We are not even going to go into the period where all electricity had to be shut off for his room, because he thought pulling apart his walls was a great idea.

My son is thirteen in a house full of girls. I do feel like he needs boy time.

This weekend he was spending some time with his cousins at a family friend's house. They were camping in the back yard, BBQing, and just hang out.

Saturday morning they were having a water fight. During the adventure a potted plant was broken. My son went to 'save the cactus' and sliced open his foot instead (No cactus needles were found in his foot). He ended up with twelve stitches, and is currently on crutches.

Granted to say he did not make it to Boy Scout camp again this year.

Honestly, with as little he has been paying attention since school has ended, I am not overly surprised something like this has happened. I am also grateful it was not life threatening, and should have no lasting repercussions.

Of course J's response was "the picture does not have my face, you can share it on your blog." So here is his bloody foot. He would not even look at it until yesterday afternoon.