There are plenty of reasons I am grateful that my son trends toward the sensory-seeking side of the spectrum. Many kids struggle with all kinds of sensations, which affect the kinds of clothing they wear, the food they eat, light, sound and almost anything imaginable. Apart from being allergic to eating anything with a soft texture, my son enjoys seeking sensory experiences. Which includes noise.
A very great deal of noise.
There's the yelling, the screeching, the singing (which admittedly is damn cute, especially when he sings "Let It Go"), the screaming, the high-pitched raspberries at 70 dB, and the list goes on.
He had been pretty good about using his "indoor" voice. (Well, the thing is that like his mother, he does not actually have an indoor voice. His vocal volume idles at "air horn. But we'll go with this term.) He was not scaring everyone in the room with his bloodcurdling screams. And then, just as easily as they went away with the beginning of daily therapy, they're back. As of this weekend, the raspberries are too.
Somebody burn some incense or light a candle for my hearing to hold out, because my sight is not that great right now.
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