It’s 2:30 on a Wednesday. PX has refused to nap all day and is sitting on the couch, blinking back sleep. Rizzle has just finished having a complete sensory overload meltdown, hair all frizzed about. Everyone looks like a zoned out hot mess. Naturally, this is the start of our first OT consult.
Luckily, she came prepared with a bucket full of Playdough and Playdough toy sets. PX’s eyes lit up and, as the Thomas the Train table came out for activity time, his second wind kicked in. Our services lady had also come prepared with a pressure/squishy vest. PX didn’t resist one bit when we decided to give it a whirl. And then he stood, like a typical two-year-old, and played. At the table. Surrounded by 4 adults and 1 birthday girl. For almost 10 minutes.
Vest – 1. Sensory overload – 0.
And so we spoke of hyposensitive sensory seekers and heavy work and creating a diet high in proprioceptive and vestibular activities. All the while, I was thanking myself silently that I’d read more than just the checklists in “The Out-of-Sync Child” and have spent my nights pouring over blogs and SPD websites; special needs parenting, you really do have your own language. I feel as if I’m preparing to defend my doctoral thesis, trying to become as fluent as humanly possible in SPD. But there. Is just. So much. And even more “trial and error” learning, and discovering your kid can be sent into overload before bed from one wrong move. Oy. I will be the Popeye of parenting, SPD my spinach, if it doesn’t all kill me first. (It won’t…hopefully…)