to quote good old Shakespeare... I am beginning to feel I may never have a name for whatever it is that is going on with J. Visit this morning to the child psychiatrist, the one who originally said she was virtually certain that J has ADHD. She now says that she is not sure; the only diagnosis she is prepared to give is that he has "adaptation difficulty" due to anxiety and his personal life history. J was very different from the first time we went there, when he was absolutely manic, rushing in and out of her office, trying to take her blinds to pieces, yelling and shouting, etc... Today he was almost like a normal human being Played with the play-do, sitting at a little desk, answered all her questions sensibly and looking at and attending to her, etc. He was still moving around the room at certain points, picking up and playing with a stethoscope, her mobile phone, etc, but he did put them down when requested. The psychiatrist herself is really strange, I find - she simply does not listen and no sooner has she asked a question than she interrupts a few seconds later, answering it herself... She seems quite verbally hyperactive herself and really one wonders why she went into a listening profession Anyway, she says he possibly has ADHD but she really couldn't pronounce on it at this stage. Has given me a questionnaire to give to the teacher - Connors, I think. But I don't imagine one can base a diagnosis on Connors alone? I do wonder about learning difficulties. He is very practical, has a lot of common sense (more than me, often - very seriously) and is quick to spot answers or solutions to practical problems. He seems good at maths things. But there are other things that he just does not remember or integrate, however many times you repeat them. Certain words in French, for example, that he routinely uses instead of the English - I must now have corrected him hundreds of times and he never, ever remembers the English word spontaneously. This may mean something or nothing. He still only knows a handful of letters but on the other hand writes his name really neatly, in beautiful joined-up writing. I feel a bit fed up with all the uncertainty and my own desire to know what is going on, to put a name to the face... No-one really knows, that is the truth.