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They Say I Have ADHD (A Poem About a Different Perspective)

In ADHD, Autism, Counselors, Education and Behavior Poems, Educators by Rachel WiseLeave a Comment

They say I have ASD, or ADHD or ODD. I say I’m just me. They tell me I’m different and that’s special; but they want to make me like them I think. Do they have goals for me? What are they? This doctor said I have only one disorder, but the other one said I have three. Which therapies do …

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Please Don’t Take Away My Recess-A Poem About ADHD

In ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Behavior Strategies, Counselors, Education and Behavior Poems, Educators, Parents by Rachel Wise

I got in trouble in school today. They took away my recess. They said it was because I couldn’t sit still, but I was feeling so restless. I couldn’t control my body. I wish they’d give me breaks to move. It’s so much easier to concentrate when I’m not forced to sit for an hour or two. Sometimes directions come …

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Mommy, Can You See Me?

In Behavior Strategies, Education and Behavior Poems, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Parents by Rachel Wise

One day I sat in the waiting room of a doctor’s office waiting for my appointment, while a mother was in there with her little boy (around 6 years old). The mother was sitting in a chair looking at her phone while she and her son waited for the doctor to call them in. The little boy tried to interact …

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A Wonderful Child

In Education and Behavior Poems by Catherine TaylorLeave a Comment

A Wonderful Child A child who is able to embrace the magic of the world around them… A child who is not living in fear of their safety… A child who does not go to sleep with an empty stomach… only to be awakened by the sounds of that hungry lion in their belly… A wonderful child is a child who …

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I Wish I Was There to Protect You!-A Powerful Poem to Help the Victims of Bullying

In Bullying, Education and Behavior Poems, Inspirational Stories/Videos by Rachel Wise3 Comments

Thinking of my childhood, there’s so much I wish I’d known I’d love to go back and tell myself, now that I am grown You were only nine or ten when the mean, cruel things were said People teased you, called you names, threw papers at your head You used to think to yourself, “If they only took the time …