We don’t even have a diagnosis yet. There hasn’t been an evaluation. But… after reading 100 pages in my new “Raising a Sensory Smart Child” book. I know it in my bones. There will be another diagnosis. She doesn’t fit every description. This might go away after a year or two of occupational therapy. But I feel suddenly like I understand my 18 month old daughter better than ever. And that’s truly saying something since I’m with her 90% of the day and .. well.. I’m her mom.
After reading this book and many sites, I know now that her brain is wired differently. Huh. Falling constantly and not crying. I used to think, “man, she is so tough.” Now I understand that it feels good to fall. To bang into things helps her process her body in that space. I know… I sound like one of those people wearing hemp selling homemade clothing. An obsession with water. Laying in her bathtub and screaming when removed. Hands always in the dog’s water bowl. Jumping into the pool at a very young age. I used to think “awesome, she’ll be a swimmer.” Now I understand that the pressure of the water on her body feels great. She can process sounds and images better after she does these things. Aha.
I’m a little shaky reading this book. Unlocking secrets of yet another world I will now join. I’m a little uncomfortable with the close proximity of Autism. I have this nervous butterfly effect happening in my stomach. What will this path lead to? I do know… this will lead to helping Landon process her world and allow her the best chance at doing well in school in the future. She’s so young, so starting now is the BEST timing.
So in adding another therapist to our lives, I’ve also added school 1x or 2x a week when we can. Regular, day-care, 2-year-olds running around a playground, eating goldfish, coloring, laughing, regular school. She is 18 months. The word regular and normal are somewhat ridiculous things to focus on for a parent. Most of the toddler parental set focus on “genius” and “charter school” and “extraordinary”. More of “watch how brilliant she is at stacking blocks”. I, on the other hand, love “normal” and “regular”. I want Landon to always, if we can, be mainstreamed in school. I do not want special schools for her. Nor special treatment. She will have therapy. She will have other appointments. I do not want her thinking that makes her different. Waiting rooms aren’t normal so we’ll make sure playing on a playground for three hours on Tuesdays are. Balance it out.
She is smart. Now we need to make ourselves and her… sensory smart. Off to read more. And google more. And apparently make carrot, acai, flax, chocolate chip muffins. Hmmm…