My disability isn’t so straightforward. Emotionally, any issue I don’t have a resolve on turns into a Sensory Processing Disorder scenario. The little every day things, I’m okay with.
Sadly, I can’t switch issues off if there is no end or resolve on the issues I’m dealing with, or think about anything else whilst the issue is praying on my mind. My mind usually goes straight to ‘overdrive,’ until something happens or something replaces it.
My first preference is always to physically remove the problem so I’m not having to deal with it, otherwise the problem stays with me until it’s resolved itself, but not before panic, anxiety and fear has already set in.
As a child, because my issues or problems were generally sorted out, so SPD was never obvious, although looking back, the tale-tale signs were always there. Finding out that a little girl called Helena who lived close by, who was in the same school year as my brother who had cancer, sent my senses into complete overdrive.
Whilst she sadly struggled with the disease, I couldn’t get her diagnosis or how she would go on to look out of my mind and carried that for years. When she died, my thoughts went into complete meltdown. I am sad at the thought of what she had to go through, but feel sick that with the right help and understanding on my Sensory Processing Disorder, that some of the panic, anxiety and fear I was tormented with, could have been nipped in the bud.
Although my mum would sit and talk about Helena’s illness, particularly before bedtime, it’s incredulous, knowing that my mum knew about my Cerebral Palsy diagnosis, but chose not to talk about my presenting symptoms, why I would show signs of fear and panic and not be able to come to terms with, or shift certain things in my mind.
Even if she wasn’t completely sure of why I presented in this way, getting professional help would have allowed strategies to be put in place. As a parent myself, no matter what issues my children have, I’m there to discuss things with them, should they need the help.