I picked J up from the play centre at the end of the afternoon, where he was playing frenetic football with his older "copain" there. One of the assistants told me that she had scolded him because he didn't listen to her. Catching the bull by the horns - why not, after all? - I told her that J is hyperactive and that sometimes (often) he does not listen but it wasn't really his fault, exactly. She looked rather bemused. "Oh, he's very sweet!" she said, "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with him!" (Me in my head - no, I am trying to say there's something wrong with him ) So I tried again, asked her if she had heard of hyperactivity. She looked vague. "Oh, yes, hyperactive, he's not the only one!" I felt rather ridiculous, like explaining too much about oneself to a stranger met at a party. Don't know why I bothered. It clearly doesn't make much sense to anyone there. J is just naughty and doesn't listen, and they get frustrated and tell him off, and there we are.