The random meltdowns of crying was enough to drive anyone up the wall. The frustration and OCD tendencies left me dizzy trying to figure out why in the world I could not make my child happy. A practically invisible piece of dirt on his hands would send him into tears, wanting to wash his hands over and over again. He wanted his sunglasses on in the stores even if the lights were not that intense. When I took his socks off at night to apply essential oils and change his socks, he acted as if his life was being threatened…when all I had done was take one pair of socks off, rubbed on some oils, and put the other pair of socks back on. Two minutes. Max. And it sent him into a desperate, heartbreaking meltdown. What I didn’t know was that my precious boy had sensory processing disorder.
I was so confused, discouraged, and overwhelmed. I was doing my best for my child, but my best wasn’t good enough. Ever felt that way before? I’m going to guess most parents have.