The last habilitation therapist to work in our home was a lovely young woman. I really liked her. She had never worked with the developmentally disabled. Had no educational training, no knowledge of the therapy types or techniques. I trained her myself on Tony’s programs…personally I care more about someone’s ability to be patient and
The seeds of the problem were sprouted and had grown strong roots before we had received any diagnoses past Tony’s sensory processing disorder. I, as a mother just trying to cope with an overwhelming array of challenges related to our son’s health had just been diagnosed with medication-induced liver disease. Andy was in graduate school,
Andy and I watched Encanto for the first time this past Sunday, broken into sessions wrapped around the chunk of hours I needed to work with a new habilitation provider. As I listened to Luisa sing “Surface Pressure,” I felt how aptly and concisely it seemed to capture the way I feel so much of
