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Sensory Processing Disorder, Weighted Blankets, and Feeling at Home

April 9, 2015

I don’t know if everything is a disorder. They call this thing Sensory Processing Disorder. The inputs and outputs get confused. Look at this list. Isn’t this everyone?

If I can feel the tags in my shirts and they drive me insane, that isn’t a disorder to me. It’s just normal. I think manufacturers should do something about their damned tags. Is that not reasonable? Why do you want to drive a significant portion of the buying public insane with your sewn-in tags? I don’t just mean sewn-in, I mean incorporated into the seams. What the heck? You can’t remove the tags without leaving a hole in the seam. Man, that’s just not right.

I’ve never been diagnosed. I never asked. I just did the normal thing and avoided physical activity and the cologne aisle at the department store.

I don’t steal, normally. But I tell you what I have done as an SPD person. It’s a crime, but a small one. I have taken the air fresheners out of public places like bathrooms, and I have thrown them away. I know. Technically stealing, but it’s a public service. You’re being poisoned by those things. You just don’t know it. I do. I can feel it because I have a headache for three hours afterward.

The dog daycare has started putting this room freshener on the counter that spews out scent. It looks like a small stereo speaker. It has a purple light. And it KILLS me. If it hurts me, what is it doing to dogs like mine, who can smell a treat in my pocket from across the street? I don’t know if I can go back anymore.

I have always known I liked being weighed down. I looked forward to dental X-rays, because having that lead apron on me made me feel so good. It was like being home. It was so good that I didn’t even mind the little cardboard X-ray holders cutting into my gums.

At the County Fair, I always loved the Tilt-a-Whirl, not for the thrill of it, but for the extra gravity being in a centrifuge provided. Aaaah. Home. Totally worth the couple bucks it cost me.

When I first saw a weighted blanket online, I knew I needed one. I finally ordered a blue fleece 10 lb blanket filled with the little glass beads like Beanie Babies have in them. God knows how you clean the thing, but I don’t care.

I bunch it all up on top of my chest and I sleep like a baby. I’m an adult. You might say I have Sensory Processing Disorder. I just say I have super sharp senses. And I like extra gravity. It feels normal to me. Goodnight.

  1. Gretchen permalink
    April 10, 2015 04:27

    You might mention the air freshener thing to the daycare. I’ll sometimes just pick a non-busy time and say something like – “you know, any kind of air freshener really makes me sick. A lot of people have that problem but won’t say anything, but honestly it’s enough to make me not want to come in here again.” Yes, even if it’s an essential oils diffuser. I’ve usually had pretty good luck. I’ve also stolen or unplugged air fresheners in public places.

  2. April 17, 2015 14:01

    Me tooooooo.

  3. April 21, 2015 09:38

    I know you have so much trouble sleeping. That weighted blanket sounds like a huge boost for sleep!

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