When Tony started his transition into the public school environment during what age-wise was his sixth grade year, I wasn’t sure the degree to which he would acclimate to certain things. I was confident we could help him develop tolerance for a typical school day, but assemblies or field trips? I wasn’t sure he’d ever
I wonder how many parents take for granted that they can just drop their kids off at school or send them out the door to a bus stop and know that their kiddo is going to swim along through the year just fine without anything outside the expected start of the school year traditions being
For all the weeds of life (i.e. identity theft), I want to acknowledge the varied blossoms of happy moments I have experienced lately and gather them into the tidiest bouquet possible for this post, from the most literal (being able to wear a perfume with strong floral notes without sneezing, wheezing, a runny nose, or
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.
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
As you read this, I want you to envision if this were your reality, how the world would feel, how you would act. Imagine even something so common as foam soap could make you gag and vomit if it touched your skin, and that most everything that touched your skin caused pain no matter how
