To celebrate SPD Awareness Month this October, here are a few things that I’m now aware of, thanks to my children and their sensory issues.
My entire education was a complete waste of time. Because if the teachers taught me that there were only five senses, who knows what other lies they slipped in there?
A mess is to me is tactile heaven to my girl. Sometimes the carpet just has to be a casualty of war in the battle of the senses. And be assured, it is a battle- I have the scars to prove it.
The bed has a different bounce to the trampoline and the bouncy castle, and that is why the kids just won’t stop bouncing on it. Ever.
A fistful of my hair is the source of all comfort. It can soothe and solace like no other material on Earth. A solitary stray hair on his hand, however, will send Cubby straight to a meltdown, even from the same source. Even if it worked its way loose by his grabbing fistfuls for comfort. I may take to wearing a shower cap during daylight hours, I’m sure I could work that look. …continue reading
I have these two little boys. They are awesome. Of course I think so, I’m their mom. But ask just about anybody, they will agree that for the most part, they are indeed awesome! Really. So, like most creatures in the human species with any self awareness, my kiddos have some challenges.
Each of the boys have had IEP’s (Individual Education Plans) since preschool. These were created in Colorado. However, we moved to Atlanta in the middle of Taylor’s Kindergarten year. Georgia accepted the IEP’s but stated the boys would need to re-qualify for services, (IEP’s) under Georgia rules and regulations. This means that the stack of fill in the bubble tests were sent home (again) along with the 10 page questionnaire about each kids arrival into the world. Did I have a full term pregnancy, were there any complications, did I smoke crack while pregnant, or anything else, at what age did they sit up, talk, form a word, form a sentence, did I notice anything different about them? On and on and on it goes piling on guilt and shame and blame that somehow your kid should be normal and you have screwed him up by being the closet drunk and junkie we are sure you must be because kids don’t just turn out like this otherwise! Apparently I am generally an unfit mother too, because I have no stinking idea what date my kids passed their toddler-hood milestones. What I remember is taking them regularly to their pediatrician for all their well baby visits and that the doctors felt that they were where they were supposed to be from a healthy kid standpoint. Who cares what day it all came together!! So regarding these questions I did what any good mother would do and I googled baby development and what was a normal age for the stuff to happen and I made up dates that fit. …continue reading