All I can start off with is a sigh. mother in law went with me because she wanted to address her concerns from when Hayley stayed the weekend. I honestly wasn't even going to bring anything up with him because I feel that he doesn't know his stuff when it comes to behavior problems. SO.... I was wanting to know what was up with difficult child and her constipation. Well he said that I was supposed to be giving her this medicine everyday. I said "No the other doctor said give it to her twice and if she seems to back up again, dose her again." I wasn't comfortable with that so I brought her back in. "No, you are supposed to give it to her everyday, I don't care if she has to take it for six months. She is really backed up and has to keep taking it." First off I thought, ummm I thought you werent supposed to take anything that is a laxative for that long because your body wont do it's own thing after a while. mother in law asked why she is like that. He said, "Oh little girls do that sometimes." So mother in law brought up difficult child and her hanging upside down. He laughed and said "She's just a kid." mother in law said, "What about being all over the place and not sitting still?" His response? "She just likes to have fun." They start talking about schoolwork and he said, well if she is doing good in school I am not worried. This was the first moment I spoke. I said, "She isn't." I have told him millions of times. But he doesn't ever remember. So he says, "Well I won't do anything until the school says there is a problem." SOOO...it doesn't matter what I say, I guess the school is gospel and I am chopped liver..... He told mother in law. If we find she needs something we will start out slow." Well we went through this before and he put her on Strattera, which he promised to up after a month. I hate Strattera but was willing to give it a shot again if he was going to give her a bigger dose. But when husband had taken her in he wouldn't up it. I told mother in law, "I told you he wouldn't believe us." She says, "Oh, I think he did." Grr I am so mad. It's really starting to make me feel like I am losing my mind. It makes me feel like maybe I am making it all up. I mean I know I am not, but I start to doubt myself. So I am tired of this ****. He was supposed to get us into Childrens Mercy three different times now. He would tell me, "Yeah they will call you." And nothing. There are no Occupational Therapist (OT)'s here, I live in a small town 2 hours away from any large city. I don't know what the heck to do. Last time I called Childrens Mercy they said it would be 12 months to get in.