When easy child was 10 and was diagnosis'd with severe depression, my mother was incredibly angry with me for taking him to therapy and getting medications. Why? Because she didn't see it. He saved it all for me. She accused me of wanting to medicate him because I didn't like his behavior. About 2 months later, she did see it and she called me crying and wanted him to come live with her. :rolleyes:
by the way, if my pediatrician doctor was talking to someone else - even my mother - that way about me, I'd be finding another pediatrician doctor.
