Opening the door

Living each day with Sensory Processing Disorder puts our family in a different place than most.
We are constantly changing, and trying to decide who's senses are more important.

Do I get to have a fragrance free day,
or does Ruth get to smell like a "french whore house".
(My dad's saying.)
Does Brian get to have peace and quiet,
or does Ruth get to squeak and squeal to get out her energy?
Does DJ get to have personal space,
or does Ruth get to be as close as she needs to feel safe?
Does Darrell get to sleep during the day (3rd shift worker)
or does Ruth get to bounce on the trampoline?

How does this all fit in when she goes to school? It doesn't.

Conformity just isn't part of what she does. We can not punish her for meeting her needs. The school doesn't get that. We try to fit it in, and all end up frustrated. Homeschooling is what many do, I cannot afford to keep her home. We pay for OT, Play therapy, a psychiatrist, and whatever else comes along. But, it just never seems to help.

See the door, open it, and welcome to the world of Sensory Processing Disorder.

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