We love to watch Parenthood. It’s a show about large family dynamics and one couple has a child with Asperger’s. His name is Max. Though Logan does not have Asperger’s, we can certainly relate to some of the sensory stuff that Max deals with, as well as his love for routine and the difficulty he (sometimes) has managing his emotions. As we say around here: the inability to “deal.”
In the last episode, Max’s dad got very upset with his own brother for labeling Max. They had worked really hard to make sure that Max fit in. At that moment, a wave of guilt washed over me. Perhaps I’ve said too much here about Logan. Perhaps I’ve done him a disservice to tell others about what we’ve been through.
After talking it over with my husband, we decided that I should continue to write about it. And here’s why:
I had no answers. I had many questions and no answers. No one had heard of Sensory Processing Disorder. I did lots of research and talked with lots of people to get my son some help. Why did it have to be so hard? Surely there are others who can benefit from our experiences.
So a component to this blog will be awareness. Because as I talk to people and share my story, others share too. There are many people out there who have the same story, but don’t want to share, for fear of labeling their kid. And rightfully so. I totally get it.
But for me, labeling equals help. Without a label, you can’t get help. My hope is that when Logan grows up, he won’t blame me for “labeling” him, but will see himself as a pioneer. He’ll see that no, there’s nothing *wrong* with him, he just has needs that need to be met. And, in a society where people are increasingly sedentary, his body needs to move. A lot. Raising him just takes a little more planning and foresight, more compassion and more love.
So, I’ve got another Sensory Processing series brewing friends. The good, the bad & the ugly. Stay tuned…