The little boy with the knife

can-stock-photo_csp12353142Five years ago, in a colourful sunlit room with half a dozen tiny witnesses a young boy pulled a knife out on me. It was at my summer internship at a practice that treated children, where I was dedicated to Danial, a boy of nine who was built like a tank, dressed like a golfer and acted like a mafia boss. His diagnosis was ADHD and it had insidiously crept into his life until he was failing at school, misunderstood in a joint family and scraped and bruised from his antics. He came to us to deal with his symptoms and we were left with a hurricane torpedoing through our rooms, leaving us spent in the July heat. Continue reading

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