The Gifted Brain and Sensory Processing Disorder

The Gifted Brain and Sensory Processing Disorder

I leaned my back against the wall, and slid down to the floor. I let the sobs overwhelm me, and match the volume of my son who was kicking and screaming on the hardwood floor beside me.

I felt completely inadequate as a mother.

I had heard people joke about the terrible twos, but I knew that this was different.

Do you. Your Voice Matters.

Do you. Your Voice Matters.

“Maybe you should charge him a nickel. You’re the one that’s having the financial issues right now. You could probably use it.”

She must have seen the stunned expression on my face through the shadows in the van.

She said she was just joking, but I didn’t see the humor. No one laughed.

When You’re Searching for Hope

When You’re Searching for Hope

You’re tired of fighting, because it’s exhausting. You’re mucked down in the drudgery of every day stuff in addition to those burdens that you’re carrying with you. They are heavy, and you want

I am 39. I weigh 149 pounds.

I am 39. I weigh 149 pounds.

It’s uncomfortable to be thinner. Not in the same way my knees hurt walking up the stairs, or lungs strain after walking a short distance.

Being thin is uncomfortable to my soul.

I’ve said that I will be happier when I’m thinner, and I am not. I’ve delayed something that

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