Every night since I developed POTS, I listen to some version of waves crashing against the shore. I find that these sounds sooth me the most, and I sleep so much better with them…but only if they crash with a certain amount of force. Not too much, not too little. My inner Goldilocks gets it.
The stairway up to the balcony level at Symphony Hall is pretty wide. If I had to estimate, I would say it is four feet at least between the wall and the first set of rails, and then another four feet or so of stair width on the other side of the middle rail. Hannah
To help our son with his combination of sensory differences, functional deficits, and disability-related needs acclimate to an environment such as a public school is more complicated than just showing up and gradually increasing his time when he shows he’s ready for that. There are so many moving pieces to think about. How complicated is
There are times when I have encountered the sentiment in others that I don’t have much of a right to express any sort of discomforts over the personal challenges I have faced or the sacrifices I have made to provide the intensive level of support required for our son. He is the one with the
I thought of all the ways I could write this post, and I decided just to wrap it around a screenshot from an e-mail I sent some friends on December 28, 2016. I am going to re-type it just following this in case the images don’t show up well for those who get my posts
