- having a whisper sound like yelling
- feeling like your clothes are all made of fibreglass
- being in a moving car of which you have no control with none of the equipment working properly
- not being able to sense your body's position in the space around you or as one person put it "You felt like someone had given you a shot of Novocain in your backside so you couldn't feel if you were sitting in the middle of your chair or the edge and you fell off"
- You could see obstacles in your way, but you could not make your body move the direction you wanted it to to avoid them.
- You tried to drink a cup of water from a paper cup, only you couldn't tell how hard to squeeze it to hold onto it. So, you squeezed it too hard and the water spilled all over you. The next time you didn't squeeze it hard enough and it fell right through your hands and onto the floor.
- Every time you tried to write with your pencil, it broke because you pushed too hard.
- The different smells in a room can make you utterly nauseous.
- You can't focus your eyes on any one thing because everything and everyone in the room catches your attention and your eyes just go there instead.
- The lights are always so bright you have to squint. In fact, one dad said that his daughter's SPD was so severe that if sunlight touched her she would scream as if in pain.
- Every time someone touches you, it feels like they are rubbing sandpaper on your skin.
- The tag in the back of your shirt makes you feel as uncomfortable as you would if a spider was crawling on you and you couldn't get him off.
- You wanted to write something down but it took you at least 5 seconds to form each letter. You can see the letter in your head, but your hand will not go in the right direction to write it.
- Having constant motion sickness
What do you think the chances were that Sam was going to be placed calmly back into his carseat? All I did was make a slight movement towards the open car door and off Sam went, into his sensory bermuda triangle where all things rational seem to disappear. I made a few more desperate attempts to lower Sam in but he just became more and more distressed. And there I stood. I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wait a good twenty minutes out in the sun until Meg finally came out and then would have her get into the back of the car first and try from there to cajole Sam into his seat, which has actually worked before. My last attempt at trying to end the very entertaining show I was providing for the other parents, was to put on Sam's little portable dvd player which, thankfully, had a Barney Sing 'n Dance dvd in and, after having to dance outside the car for a couple of minutes first, tried to "dance" Sam into his carseat. There proved to be some logistical obstacles...but low and behold, it eventually worked (with a total of about four minutes remaining before the school bell went anyway). And yes, I have resumed Sam's (be it correct or not) brushing.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, exactly five nights ago Samuel started freezing up when I tried to put him into the bath. Washing his hair in the bath has always been a bit of a challenge, more specifically the motion of lying him down in the bath and then, which seems to be the most distressing for him, sitting him back up again. While hair washing has always been carried out with a degree of resistance from Sam, his love for bathing and being in water always seems to prevail. Or rather, used to. Try as I might, I could not get Sam to sit in the bath on Sunday night. He clung to me as if I was trying to hurl him over the edge of an unimaginably steep cliff. After several minutes I gave in the towel (figuratively speaking) and just sponged Sam down while Chris held him over the bath of water. And, with the exception of one evening when we tried almost wrestling Sam into the bath but then had to take him out just seconds after as he was so upset, that's how we've had to bath him every night since. It is such a shame having to give up Sam's bath time...that was our little reassurance at the end of each day as Sam played carefree with his foam numbers (to the sound of the constantly running tap, of course) that, no matter how trying the previous 24hours had been, we got to give it another go the next day. Who would have imagined a simple bath could mean so much? (I seriously have to get out more).
I am so completely lost and out of my depth with this sensory thing. It is killing me emotionally watching him spasm in pure fear at doing things which the rest of us do without a second's consideration. I FB'd our little RTS group recently and asked advice from the other moms and Sam is certainly not unique with his SPD. Patience seems to be the key. Evidently that set of keys has also been lost in a Bermuda Triangle somewhere.