“I’ll take Sensory
Processing Disorder for $1000, Alex.”
I like to pretend that my self-taught ninja-like parenting skills
in Sensory Processing Disorder will someday help me win a bunch of money on
Jeopardy, but it’s not likely. That’s
OK, because in many ways, I’ve already won.
I just didn’t realize how lucky that first diagnosis was.
The Lucky
Diagnosis
When my oldest son Gabriel was diagnosed with Sensory Processing
Disorder (SPD) in 2005 I was honestly relieved.
I had finally got an answer that
explained his insane meltdowns, his obsession with eating hot salsa (while
tears rolled down his face and he begged for more), and some enlightenment for
all of the crashing, climbing, jumping and falling. But more importantly, the diagnosis gave me
direction on how to help him. At the time I had no idea that it would be the
first step in learning how to help all three of my sons. What a stroke of luck.
The
Education Begins
That year I began learning all I could about SPD. Google became my best friend and I relied
heavily on parenting groups and websites for information. First I had to learn what exactly Sensory Processing Disorder was.
Definition
According to the SPD Foundation, “Sensory
processing (sometimes called
"sensory integration" or SI) is a term that refers to the way the
nervous system receives messages from the senses and turns them into
appropriate motor and behavioral responses.”
The messages from my son’s senses were not being processed correctly
by his brain, which caused what pioneering sensory Occupational Therapist A.
Jean Ayres called a ‘virtual traffic jam’, leading to my son’s often inappropriate
motor and behavioral responses (like giant meltdowns or running away). This revelation gave me a better perspective
of my son’s behavior. Another piece of
the puzzle was recognizing there are eight senses (Surprised? So was I!). Learning their names and how they were affected
gave me a deeper insight into what my son was going through.