Sunday, January 22, 2012

Weighted Vest

I just realized that I had not posted an update about the weighted vest! They have tried the weighted vest out at school and it has been a huge success! He loves the vest and it has been so helpful. He has even told his OT when he needs to wear it and where (like the loud lunchroom) he needs it most. That is such a huge relief to know that something so small is making a big impact in his abilities to function at school. His teacher has said that he has been doing much better. He still needs some work on being more independent. Little by little, he is making some progress. He has come such a long way though, makes Mommy proud!

The Misunderstood Child by Kathy Winters

I have a few things that I wanted to share that I found on another blog that I just could not resist sharing.

Please feel free to go check out the blog!

What is Sensory Processing Disorder?

"Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD, formerly known as "sensory integration dysfunction") is a condition that exists when sensory signals don't get organized into appropriate responses. Pioneering occupational therapist and neuroscientist A. Jean Ayres, PhD, likened SPD to a neurological "traffic jam" that prevents certain parts of the brain from receiving the information needed to interpret sensory information correctly. A person with SPD finds it difficult to process and act upon information received through the senses, which creates challenges in performing countless everyday tasks. Motor clumsiness, behavioral problems, anxiety, depression, school failure, and other impacts may result if the disorder is not treated effectively."

The Misunderstood Child
By Kathy Winters

I am the child that looks healthy and fine.
I was born with ten fingers and toes.
But something is different,somewhere in my mind,
And what it is, nobody knows.

I am the child that struggles in school,
Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.
They tell me I'm lazy-can learn if I try-
But I don't seem to know where to start.

I am the child that won't wear the clothes
Which hurt me or bother my feet.
I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells,
And tastes-there are few foods I'll eat.

I am the child that can't catch the ball
And runs with an awkward gait.
I am the one chosen last on the team
And I cringe as I stand there and wait.

I am the child with whom no one will play-
The one that gets bullied and teased.
I try to fit in and I want to be liked,
But nothing I do seems to please.

I am the child that tantrums and freaks
Over things that seem petty and trite.
You'll never know how I panic inside,
When I'm lost in my anger and fright.

I am the child that fidgets and squirms
Though I'm told to sit still and be good.
Do you think that I choose to be out of control?
Don't you know that I would if I could?

I am the child with the broken heart
Though I act like I don't really care.
Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way-
Some message he sent me to share.

For I am the child that needs to be loved
And accepted and valued too.
I am the child that is misunderstood.
I am different-but look just like you.

Now that poem/definition really comes so close to home. I almost want to print it out and hand it to every person that comes into contact with my child so that he will not be judged so harshly. Is that crazy or just the worried Mom in me?