It's hard when you know there is something different about your child, yet others are unwilling to see it, ignorant in believing or just completely in denial. I wasn't any one of those people. I saw, I believed, I was willing.
That's the thing when disabilities are invisible, or not physical people assume, judge, disbelieve.
Polly pocket is my gorgeous 6 1/2 year old daughter who struggles on a day to day basis. She was diagnosed with reflux, sensory processing disorder, autism, dairy intolerance, sleep apnoea, hyper mobility and flat feet, ADHD, and anxiety "problems".
She is my princess, my star and every day presents us with challenges but every day we battle on and achieve things that we never thought we would. Like yesterday I managed to brush her hair completely without counting to 20 by screaming at the top of my voice at 7 in the morning. This seems minor, brushing your child's hair you say? Easy?? Here take the brush!
Every day we battle these minor things that to Polly pocket, on a scale of 1 - 10 10 being the hardest is a 10! She feels every single little thing, a slight brush in her arm can cause her actual pain.
You know that child who doesn't want to hold hands crossing the road, flinging themselves on the floor and screaming "you're hurting me" yep, that's us!
and there's me, not knowing anything about SPD, shouting her to get up, when actually it felt like I was ripping her hand off. So from that moment on she held my hand, in more ways than one because this journey is only just beginning for us and the only person who can guide me along, see me through. Give me those all important answers to those silly silly questions, is her. My little dolly. She's holding my hand for the rest of my life and she's teaching me her world. And by letting her do that I can somehow try and bring her into mine, ours, to feel safe here, not get lost, overcome her fears, and most importantly to feel like she belongs.
And belong she does!!!! 💗