My Child's Sensory Life
Each child is different, they say.
Each child is special, they say.
Each child has their own gifts and talents, they say.
Each child has their own needs, they say.
What they don't say, is that each child may have their own special world. For my son, it revolves around his senses. My son has SPD, Sensory Processing Disorder.
Eating a hamburger isn't just eating a hamburger any more. It is remembering to make sure they don't add pickles (they are "slimy") and ketchup and mustard (they may "leak" on to his hands). When the hamburger "leaks" onto my sons hands, he has to wash them.
Ordering Bear Pancakes from a chain restaurant isn't just ordering pancakes. If they don't look the same, he may have a melt down, like he did tonight. And if they whipped cream eyes melt before he is ready, he may have a melt down, like he did tonight. And if we cut them wrong, he may have a melt down, like he did tonight. Tonight was not a good night.
A day with my son will be one of the brightest that you may have known for a very long time. My son is an amazing boy. He can put together a Lego turtle like no other 4 year old that I know. He can sing a song that he has only heard once, word for word. My son gives the BEST hugs. My son is very compassionate.
A day with my son may seem like many others. A day with my son may also include many coping techniques that you do not see.
You see, my son has to use a certain spoon to eat his cereal. So, each day I make sure that he can have that spoon at the breakfast table.
You see, my son cannot wear a t-shirt with a tag on it. So I make sure to cut them all out and make sure all the "pokies" are out.
You see, my son has to wear the same coat every day, the same mittens, the same hat, and the same boots, even when he doesn't need them.
You see, my son has SPD.
Noises may be too loud. Sand may be too rough. Shaving cream may be too soft. A touch on the hand may feel like a smack on the hand or I may not feel it at all. You see, his body does not process things like you and me.
Please don't judge my son and please don't judge me. You see this is not his fault nor is it mine. This is a disorder just like any other. Just because you cannot see it does not make it real.