For a long while
I forgot who I am
a once strong warrior women
always armed and ready
for whatever quest
the spirit guides might set upon my path.
I became lost in a fog
of the changing tide
The transitioning of life seasons
muddling my mind
The birth of my babe
dulling my battle instincts
transforming them instead
to a need to nurture new life.
The once strong
and resonate battle cry
replaced with the wail
of a new generation of man
with the beginning
of my new stage of life,
The armor and weaponry
of my maidenhood
sit on the sidelines
waiting for my return
And as the dust upon them thickens
The dust that lightly veils the heart of this warrior woman
is lightened by the addition
of new weapons to my arsenal.
A tribe of mothers surround me
Lending me their strength ,
And a coven of crones encompass me
In my new apprenticeship
filling me with knowledge,
and teaching me tricks of the trade
that have been passed down
through the generations.
Surrounded by my new clan
the future is optimist in outlook,
the cloud of confusion into
this new stage of life has been lifted.
Where I once thought
I must fight my battles alone,
in single hand to hand combat
I have since learned the lesson of strength in numbers.
© 2015 -LRFB
Ok, so now I understand why my child has been having so much trouble in school. Sensory Processing Disorder. So what now?
In my case, I lucked out. After asking literally everyone I came in contact with about in home daycare I found a woman, who is turning out to be a Godsend. She only cares for 5 kids at the most and she has previous teaching experience and has worked with autistic children. While my son isn’t autistic, most autistic children suffer from some types of Sensory Processing Problems so she’s dealt with some of the behaviors my son exhibits. After the first week, I was so thankful to have found her. She reports my son is mostly well behaved, “a good boy”. Music to my ears considering all his previous caretakers would just report the “crazy” behaviors he exhibited that I wasn’t sure what I could do about and that he didn’t exhibit at home because there aren’t massive amounts of children running around our house.
I’m looking into Early Childhood Intervention programs through my school district, but honestly, the thought of having to send him back to school after the experiences I’ve had is absolutely terrifying. I don’t want to even think about it right now, I just want to revel in the fact that he is currently happy in the place that he is at and I can put the thought of school on the back burner for a little while.
We go to Occupational Therapy. In Occupational Therapy we can work on both my son’s sensory seeking and sensory avoidant behaviors. We can also work together to build a sensory diet for my son to help fulfill his sensory seeking and avoidant behaviors at home and hopefully improve his behavior, emotions, and social interactions.
Knowing that my son’s behavior is not defiant and is mostly linked to a Sensory Processing Disorder has helped me tremendously. I am able to be more patient. I am able to better identify triggers to avoid meltdowns, to stop meltdowns before they start or to talk him through a meltdown better than I previously could. This is not the end of the road for us, it will be a long and perilous journey moving forward, but I am armed with knowledge and I will continue to build my armory with useful tools to help us navigate through our Sensory Processing Disorder adventure.
Let me share some of my Sensory Processing Disorder Toolbox with you.
Other SPD Parents- I cannot thank the other parents and mothers I have talked to enough for calming me down, encouraging me and opening my eyes to the beauty of having a Sensory Processing Disorder Child.
Online Groups- Because when you’re about to lose your mind at 2 am, there is always someone else up to chat.
This is Part Five in the SPD Series
Read Post One Here: The Day My World Came Crashing Down
Post Two Here: Trying to Move Forward and Getting No Traction
Post Three Here: A Spark of Hope
Post Four Here: Okay, So What is Sensory Processing Disorder