Sometimes extreme sensory-seeking is a hassle. It means crashing into things, knocking things over, chewing everything in sight — even Dad’s favorite chair. But sometimes-sensory seeking means bear hugs, tightly held hands, and experiencing the pure joy of a stucco wall.
An anecdote I read in NeuroTribes this morning resonated with me: a family recounts how their DAN! doctor had little interest in meeting their son, but rather on recommending (and selling) more and more biomedical therapies. This mirrored our own experiences early … Continue reading