Wow, I feel like such a dupe! For years I've held K's hand while she waited outside various offices and met with doctors and school admistrators trying to find something that would work for her son. I've listened to her cry about his inablity to resond appropriately to emotional interaction. I've actually admired the people who worked like dogs to get him into the programs that allowed him graduate high school and attend the local community college.

I mean, I even believed that there was something wrong with this kid that the adults around him were struggling to fix.

And it turns out it was all about money and bad parenting. Boy, am I gullible.

But shouldn't some of the blame be on the kid? I mean the shifty little devil was exhibiting symptoms at the tender age of two, just to lure me in to the over-diagnosing festival. He probably did it to get those cool drugs, right?

Bah. Offensive may indeed be the applicable description here, but I think it applies to her. And I'm willing to bet your response was more temperate than mine would have been.