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Ruchie Bromberg

Hey, it’s Ari. It’s been a long month since I wrote last. It was a real eye-opener meeting Avi, who told me he had difficulty paying attention. He told me he has ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) and went to doctors to help him concentrate.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

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Dear Diary, 

Hey, it’s Ari. It’s been a long month since I wrote last. It was a real eye-opener meeting Avi, who told me he had difficulty paying attention. He told me he has ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) and went to doctors to help him concentrate. 

So I spoke to Ima and told her I really feel like I can’t focus and I really think she was feeling the same thing. It’s so hard for me when I see my parents are disappointed in me. It’s not that I don’t want to do well, I really do. I just have no idea how. I felt pretty dumb even though deep down I believe I’m not. 

My parents always tell me I have a lot of potential but never really fully reach it. It’s frustrating for me to hear that a lot because I really don’t know what to do. 

So after I told my mother that I spoke with Avi and something suddenly clicked, she right away called his mom. They’ve been friendly for a while, but I think this made them closer. I was curious to hear what was going on so I stayed close to the phone so I could try to pick up on the conversation. (Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I was just so curious.) 

I heard part of the conversation, but there was a lot of whispering, laughing, and I even believe there was some crying, too. My mother was writing things down and I heard her asking a lot of questions.

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I was actually supposed to be doing my homework, but I can pretend to do my homework, while doing a few other things at the same time. So, I didn’t get much homework done, but I could make out bits and pieces of what they were saying. 

Then someone rang the doorbell and Ima said she had to go. While she was at the door, I peeked at the notes that she wrote. There were a lot of strange words on the page. Neurologist, psychologist, developmental pediatrician, horseback riding, food additives, ADHD coach, TOVA test, and a whole list of medications. 

Wow, that was a lot for me to absorb at once. I had no idea what a neurologist was and why was he taking medications? Was Avi really sick? Am I really sick? 

Horseback riding sounded like fun but what did that have to do with anything and what foods were they adding? Was this some kind of sport where I would need a coach and who’s Tova and why would she need a test? Ugh. I had to pretend I didn’t see those notes but I had so many questions!

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