Christ on a bun.
No, he doesn't need to go to therapy, he needs to be taught to get his rear in gear. He's so babied everywhere that he doesn't actually buckle down and learn things, and then he drops the ball come class time. Take this spelling stuff, for instance: we were working on it the other night, and he obviously didn't know them. He just kept sorta randomly guessing until he got it right...which he can do when there's one person working with him, face-to-face, and it's not something graded...but he doesn't really learn. I finally got tired of it, and told him so. Now, WE'RE supposedly the strict ones, the ones making him actually work, so I can only imagine how lax the other household is...and so, when it comes test time, he doesn't know what he needs to know, and he can't get by guessing and hoping. So now he's trying one of the oldest tricks in the book: excuse yourself right before the test and hope you can avoid it...which we all know doesn't work, but he's seven.
He doesn't need therapy, he needs a kick in the ass. So,does his father, frankly.