“I hate my ADHD forgetfulness!” says my seven-year-old. “I can’t remember anything.”
He was lamenting that he’d forgotten his plan to hold his pet snake that day. Meanwhile, I’m lamenting everything else: He can’t remember to take his backpack to the car, and, from the car, to the classroom, and then from the classroom to the car, without me doing it for him. And I have ADHD. So if we take his backpack somewhere, we will leave it there. It pretty much lives at a friends’ house, until we go pick it up. I need to put an alarm on the damn thing, or tie it to him or something.
