7 Things Sensory Processing Disorder Has Taught Me

When I found out my son has sensory processing disorder, it turned my world upside down. There was so much information that I had to soak in. Triggers that I needed to recognize. Exercises and activities that I needed to learn. Over the past 2 years since we received my son’s diagnosis, there have been several things that I’ve had to learn about sensory processing disorder. I never imagined that sensory processing disorder would teach me so much about myself.

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I’m not claiming to always be calm and collected. Honestly, there are times when I lose control and find myself screaming like a madwoman. I have had days where my throat and head hurt so bad just from the yelling. But if you would’ve ever told me that at times I would be able to sit quietly and patiently while my child was screaming and yelling he hates me as he kicks, hits, spits, bites, claws, etc, I would’ve said no way. It is a struggle but I am constantly working on controlling my own temper, being patient and setting a better example. And you know what, as each day passes and with each new meltdown, I am more patient than I ever thought I would be.


The first time I ever swatted my son’s hand or spanked his bottom, I didn’t get tears of regret or an instant change in behavior. Instead, my son looked at me with his beautiful eyes and said if you are going to hit me then I am going to hit you back as he swung at me. So obviously giving him a “good spanking” wasn’t going to work. Time-outs in our house were a joke. Oh yeah…I listened to everyone’s advice and I watched the Super Nanny. It didn’t work. After an hour of chasing him all over the house to only put him back in time-out, I’d finally say if you sit there for one second you can get out, just so I’d feel as if though it was some small victory. Instead, I’d start a tickle war or a wrestling match or spinning us around and around until we fell to the ground. Yeah, I know that doesn’t sound like discipline…guess what it wasn’t. Because when our children are having meltdowns, they don’t need discipline, they need redirection and understanding.


For the longest time, I thought that I was doing something wrong. I honestly thought that maybe I was a bad mom. No one else ever saw my son’s behavior. I would get looks of disbelief and comments like “well he doesn’t act like that for me.” The diagnosis of sensory processing disorder actually was a relief for me. It meant that there was something going on causing the behavior. It wasn’t simply me being a bad parent. I know that I’m not perfect and of course I make mistakes, but I am a good mom.

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