Why I Do This

I am the mom of a child who is a seeker. He seeks and craves sensations, especially the crashing ones! Sensory Processing Disorder is a part of our journey and lives. It is a daily struggle and joy. I am blessed to be at home with this wild messy loving super smart child. Sensory processing is a journey I am happy to share. Our experiences may make you laugh or cry. The only certainty is that there will be experiences and they will be plentiful! My son is going to weather many days and drag me along with him! Together we will discover what our journey is meant to be.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Slimy Smells

What you are about to read may gross you out.  That is the only warning you are going to get!

My little boy eats worms the same way he eats spaghetti noodles.  He picks up and smells cicadas and poop.  Sometimes if I don't stop him, he licks them.  Laundry soap, dish washer soap, shampoo all go in the mouth.  Frequently a hand shake is followed by the hand sniff and if your hand had an odor that got on him he makes comments about the smells (in his loud voice).  Some moms freak out if their child touches the shopping cart, mine licks it.  My point is for years now he has licked and smelled most everything.

Needless to say I keep a pretty safe house.  I know that after I mop the floor he will lick it so I no longer use harsh chemicals that will hurt him.  I no longer react when he eats or licks bugs because a reaction will only get that item swallowed faster.  It is not as if I don't care... I certainly do not like this "strange" behavior.  At age 4 he has not been sick (from anything) so we just keep going!  It is not to say that we freak out sometimes!  We have had an incident of grand proportion just last weekend.  At a hotel he found a blue pill on the floor that we didn't see.  He pocketed it until we were not looking and then put it in his mouth.  The first bite must have been foul tasting and he spit it out.  Thankfully the internet provided us with the answer to WHAT WAS IT?!  And a call to poison control was avoided. 

He has also always loved to be a mess!  I change more clothes and clean up more messes then I care to mention!  We do not finger paint in the winter because it requires a hose to clean.  We do not worry about mud or sandy shorts anymore.  All of his clothes are play clothes!  I tend to look for hand me downs and we don't worry about saving them. 

Yesterday he convinced me to let him get a pumpkin from Menard's.  He even helped me by putting it in the shopping cart.  When we got home, he carried it up the stairs.  And then he convinced me that we should carve it.  Why not!  It was inexpensive and it would be an activity to keep him still for a few minutes!

Imagine my surprise when he was turned off by the smell and slimy feel of the inside of the pumpkin.  This was a new reaction!  He has of course carved pumpkins and cleaned out insides before.  But this particular occasion, he was oddly grossed out.  Yet he kept coming back and helping.  We have a saying here in our house "try and try and keep trying ~ don't get mad if you try your best".  He kept trying. 

Yesterday he needed a towel to keep his hands from being slimy.  He didn't like the way the pumpkin felt on him.  He didn't put the pumpkin in his mouth because he told me it smelled horrible.  The seeds he managed to scoop up into a bowl and took to his garden and planted them all in one hole (I can only hope the winter kills them all or I will have a giant pumpkin patch).  I was amused at his strong reaction to a pumpkin. 

He eventually finished carving it (I helped) and he was super proud of it.  We had to put a candle in it and put it outside.  Then he needed to keep checking on it.  Because as gross as it smelled he was obsessed with it.  Finally at dark we moved it from the front porch to the deck so he could see it out the window.  He checked on it until he had to go to bed.  And to my grouchy surprise, he felt inclined to wake up at 3:30am to check on it.  Then at 7am he discovered the candle was burned out and he had a meltdown. 

The pumpkin is now sitting on the kitchen counter with a candle in it.  He will be home straight after school and will check on it. 

I have a beautifully strange son.  I can be both surprised and delighted at this pumpkin.  He both hates it and loves it.  It is so hard to keep up with his unique sensory issues!  Daddy expressed it perfectly as he was going to work and Espen was obsessing about the pumpkin "we have an entire month before Halloween... what a ride we are in for this year!"....

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