Hx #3: my son

Then he was five. After we managed to get him through preschool he started kindergarten. Oh man, here we go again. He was getting into trouble, trouble and more trouble. Visits to the principals office. He was kicked off the bus 2 times, one more time and it woul dhave been permanent. And all of this happened within the first two months of starting school. We tried so hard to work with him. The pediatrician thought he was anxious and put him on anti-anxiety medication. This however turned him into a little devil. One day, I am not sure what he had done but it was severe, he got the belt (and I don't mean a beating). Instead of crying like a normal child would. He turned around and laughed in his father's face, a 5 year old. When I say devil I was waiting for his head to start spinning around like the girl in the Exorcist. The therapist was working the best she could to avoid medication. She thought that he was overactive because of his mind being like a 3 year old's. But when it got this bad she finally said he has ADHD and needs to see a psychiatrist for medication. The clincher was how he reacted to the anti-anxiety pill. Apparently ADHD children react evil when they take that kind of medicine. After 2.5 years his mother had started contacting him. His reaction to that wasn't good either. He said she made him feel sad and then he just wanted to do bad things. So after a couple calls we asked her not to call for a little while until we could work out the kink. She didn't believe us so we set up an appt. with her and the therapist. The day before the appt. she called and picked a fight and when she didn't get her way it was then I'm not coming. Another change was my marriage to his father. He had already started calling me mom, which he came to all on his own. He asked me one day while I was shopping for a wedding gown if he was allowed to call me mom. I said if that is what he wanted I was ok with it. Of course his mother doesn't think that is right and believes we forced him to call me that. Anyway, by the second half of the school year we were pretty much on a good path. A lot of things were straightened out. We had survived a lot of changes.