This morning difficult child had a psychiatrist appointment for a medication check. I don't know how to get through to her or anyone else that there are pieces missing in this. She asked what I would hope to get out of neuropsychologist testing that I don't already know. How does one answer that? She says regular psychology testing would tell me all that could be told about him and that mental disorders are not definitive, yadda, yadda, yadda. IF someone would tell me he's mildly retarded, then I wouldn't push as I do. IF someone would say he's NOT, then I NEED to continue to push. I get so blasted frustrated! Two independent testing say IQ 98/102..the third and most recent said 75. I know it's just a number, but it's significant in what he's able to learn and what he can't!! He sat there in the appointment like a zombie....like he was drugged out. I was terribly embarrassed that he behaved like that. If he'd been at school he'd have been in band and having a ball that time of day. (I know....I guess she can see through that!) *Sigh*....it's never-ending. Last month I stopped all psycho therapy because we were wasting time and money with difficult child just sitting and participating very, very little. We've been going EVERY week for 1 1/2 years. Oh yeah........our home life just plain s***s! He's mean, rude, argumentive with every sentence uttered, defiant, etc. We never have a whole day that is peaceful....and I mean NEVER. Do you guys get tired of trying like I do? The ONLY difference in him from when he was a toddler is that he doesn't hit me any longer. Yes, that's progress, but that's the only accomplishment in eight years of medications and therapy. He interrupts, makes weird sounds when we try to watch tv or something, he slams every door(hard enough to shake the windows) as he comes in and out of a room or outside, he torments our Yorkies, he jumps on the furniture, he p**ps in his pants, he trashes his room, he sleeps in our bedroom, he has a blankie most of the time he's home (without anyone else around). Oh.......................sorry. I bend your ears all the time. I guess I just feel a little better when I can let it out. He's run off any friends, so there's not someone else to listen. I hate to burden my grown daughter and my brother is childless, so what would he know. husband and I just complain to each other....then I have you guys. Thanks for being here. Tomorrow will be another day.