Fergus was 9 years old when his parents brought him to see me many years ago. He was charming and bright, but wildly hyperactive, and had a diagnosis of ADHD and a possible diagnosis of autism.
He knocked a few things off my desk in the consulting room, swung my stethoscope round his head, and generally ran around looking for something to do; bright kids with ADHD cannot tolerate boredom for a second. I tried to interact with him as much as with his parents so he could feel involved and not left out. But the conversation just wasn’t exciting enough for him.
Fergus told me that he liked sports at school and had lots of friends, but he just hated sitting all day in the classroom. He was constantly told
