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S.P.D - Learning to love life

 "Imagine.. You're in a car going 90 mph, it's a 100 degrees outside, no air in the car, windows all up, the screaming baby next to you has just filled his diaper, the radio blaring heavy metal and you can't control any of it". 

     This is "Doc".   

Sensory Processing Disorder 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.

Some of the difficulties, including:

  • Bothered by clothing fabrics, labels, tags, etc.
  • Distressed by light touch or unexpected touch
  • Dislikes getting messy
  • Resists grooming activities
  • Very sensitive to sounds (volume or frequency)
  • Squints, blinks, or rubs eyes frequently
  • Bothered by lights or patterns
  • High activity level or very sedentary
  • Oral hypersensitivity
  • “Picky eating”
  • Fine motor delays (e.g., crayons, buttons/snaps, beading, scissors)
  • Gross motor delays (e.g., walking, running, climbing stairs, catching a ball )
  • Illegible handwriting
  • Moves awkwardly or seems clumsy
  • Low or high muscle tone


What is like to have SPD? A mom once explain it to me like this: "It is like Spider-Man ...they hear, see things, tastes, and feels things on a heightened level or in some cases a lower level."


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