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.
Things have been hectic, thus fewer posts. I have been a bit more active over on Facebook; won’t you join me there? In the meantime, just a couple quick notes. We’ve been working with C to help him show his … Continue reading
As we were leaving the school where C’s sensory gym is, he spied two cardboard Frosty the Snowman standees, each over six feet in height. He made an immediate hard left turn, cutting me off, and marched directly toward them. … Continue reading