“My pillow beat me up” my son said very seriously when I asked why he couldn’t lay down for a nap.
“What? Your pillow beat you up?” I repeated back to him.
“It beat me up” he said again very seriously.
“I will put your pillow in time out, it’s not nice it beat you up” I responded, taking his pillow and putting it on the top shelf of his closet. ”Is it better now?” I ask.
This seems to have satisfied my little guy for the moment, and he goes back to his “nest”, lies down and starts lining up his cars as he tries to rest.
This was seriously a conversation with my four year old son. We are learning how to maneuver the world with Sensory Processing Disorder together, one day at a time. It’s a journey that I am betting is going to take a lifetime. Pillows bug him, noise disturbs him, taking a bath and washing his hair is a nightmare, tags on his clothes drive him insane. Sleep often eludes him. I see he is so tired, but at the same time so uncomfortable that he just can’t sleep.
He has recently been diagnosed with high functioning autism and sensory processing disorder. Finally we have a name for the what is plaguing him and an explanation for his often funny behaviors. He lines up cars, rubs the carpet very rapidly with his feet, flaps his hands in front of his face, loves to listen to same twenty second clip of Finding Nemo. That is just a few of the idiosyncrasies that is my son.
I recently found an occupational therapist that specializes in sensory processing disorder and last week we enrolled him to start a special needs preschool program. Since we are at the beginning of our journey, a blog seemed appropriate.
So welcome to our “my pillow beat me up” life.