I remember the day my daughter, Sarah, was diagnosed with ADHD like it was yesterday. Even though this was three years ago, I still remember all the feelings and emotions running up to that day. I got up extra early that morning and made a special effort with my clothes. Instead of my usual throw-anything-on look, I put on smart clothes, some makeup, accessories and found a big smile. "If I looked well dressed and presented, maybe the psychologist would think that I was a good mother". Maybe then, I could allow myself to believe I was a good mother. But, nothing could have been further from the truth.