Back when I was a lad, kids were normal.
Like normal kids we went about our business beating the crap out of each other, robbing orchards, having fun and… well… just being normal.
If we were bold, we got a belt around the ear. If we stared out of the classroom window we got shouted at. If we argued, we went without supper.
Nowadays it’s different. If a child does anything outside the Enid Blyton model of ideal childhood then there must be something wrong. The child must have a mental disorder. Parents can now proudly announce that their little brat has ADHD or ADD and let him continue to run rampage in society. There is no point in discipline because he has a “disorder”. If a neighbours kid comes into my garden and sets fire to the dog, I have to pat him on the head and send him home with some sweets because he is suffering from HND or Hatred of Neighbours Disorder.
Parents love this new system because it relieves them of all responsibility. If your child is a spoiled, disobedient, nasty tempered little fuck, there is no point in correcting him because he can’t help it – he is mentally ill.
Even worse, these unruly, undisciplined little brats are being medicated instead of getting the resounding belt they deserve. There is a kind of poetic justice there, as parents drug their kids as soon as they can walk, and then moan later in life when the kids start taking their own class of drugs. What’s wrong with heroin when you have been fed Valium all your life? It’s just a different drug?
I came across a new one yesterday.
Apparently ODD is characterised by questioning authority, negativity, defiance, argumentativeness, and being easily annoyed.
That’s not a mental illness.
That’s a blogger in the making.