Overwhelmed

Seems some things have changed since my last post. Wrong diagnoses for, oh, 9 years. Wrong meds for, oh, 7 years. He really still has no desire to do much of anything fun. Well, that hasn't changed. He turned 12 in July. But that isn't the worst part. Can't really talk about that now. I only have my hunches and no proof yet. Hopefully soon I'll be back. And maybe one of these days, I'll find my sense of humor again.