For the most part I can make myself forget that Muffin has Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD). Everyone that knows Muffin and knows our family just accepts him for who he is.
But last week he went back to school. He's in a class with 16 other 4 & 5 year olds and he is different. I know my son and I know he is trying his hardest to fit in and do what a "big boy" is supposed to do. He has definitely been enjoying his new class. He comes home happy and for the first time in all his years of preschool has mentioned a classmate by name and said he wants him to come over and play.
I made the teacher aware from the beginning what she could expect from Muffin. You should have seen the look on her face when I showed her his weighted vest. I wasn't sure at first if she believed me or believed in SPD. When I picked him up one day and asked how he did she made that "so so" motion with her hand and said, "he manages." I felt my heart drop to my feet. I thought the worst, that she was annoyed that she had to deal with him and worse I feared she had already written him off.
I almost lost it and went all Mama Bear on her but I stayed calm and called her that evening as she had requested we do. I felt a lot better after talking to her. She thanked me for giving her Hartley Steiner's Book, "Gabriel Making Sense of School." It explains a lot really quickly about the different facets of SPD and what teachers can do to manage SPD in their students. I think we are all on the same page now...I hope.
My heart breaks for Muffin. What if he doesn't have any friends in school? What if adults that should know better pass judgement on him. I can't be there to protect him all the time and the constant advocating is exhausting.
My poor little man...