He’s always been our quirky kid.
He didn’t talk until he was 4. We’d get in the shower after him to find everything lined up, and the shampoo poured down the drain. Loud noises and bright lights seemed to bother him more than other kids. He would be obsessed with fish, with whales, with dinosaurs, with facts. He survived on air from 14 months until nearly 3 years.
He went to school and he learned to adapt.
He still doesn’t like loud noises. Can’t make decisions. Insists on soft clothes. Seems to have some processing issues, but can do most math in his head. Writing is physically painful. Still picky when it comes to food. His world is just sometimes a little bit different and a lot more frustrating.
And the coping mechanisms he taught himself don’t seem to be working as well.
We found a counselor – a total blessing – who gets him.
She is giving us words that are making all of those quirks come into focus. Teaching us how to help him and finding more areas that need deeper assessment. Guiding us to better expectations and ways of doing things.
And we are grateful.
5 Minute Muse: trying to get back in the habit of writing for joy. Setting the timer and writing, no editing.