I need your advice, blogiverse members. I’ve been steaming about something since we got Little Man’s diagnosis with Sensory Processing Disorder and I’m not sure whether I’m pissed off validly or if I should just let it go.

You see, I’m a researcher by nature. Give me a little taste of something, a touch of curiosity about it, and I’m hooked. I’ll be here, online, googling until my eyes cross, ordering books until I order enough to get free shipping. The reason I’m telling you this is because when I first suspected that something was up with Little Man, I went into Researcher mode.

I keyed in searches like “my boy won’t eat with other people,” and “child is afraid of loud, unexpected noises,” and “why the FECK won’t my kid sleep through the  night child wakes multiple times throughout night.” Finally, I came upon some websites that were helpful and some books that seemed like they might be written about other kids who were like my Little Man.

The Out-Of-Sync-Child, by Carol Stock Kranowitz, has become like a bible to me. It’s my go-to book. It’s what convinced me that I needed to push harder with our doctor and look further into this whole SPD world. I read others, such as, Sensational Kids, by Lucy Miller, The Sensory Sensitive Child, by Karen Smith and Karen Gouze, and Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast, Too Tight, by Sharon Heller.

So here’s what I’m pissed about: When we got Little Man’s diagnosis confirmed (because, let’s face it, I already knew he had it), I asked Hubby to read just one of the books. One. Not two. Not three. Certainly not all four. One. I even said that really, all he needed to read was the parts I had circled, checked or highlighted.

It’s been over a month now. Well over a month. He hasn’t picked up the book. Not once. And I wouldn’t (I don’t think) have a problem with this if there weren’t so many obvious reasons for Hubby TO read the book. He shouts (rarely, mind you, but…) at Little Man sometimes and I see LM’s shoulders raise in terror. He repeats himself over and over when he’s trying to get Little Man’s attention and doesn’t give LM a chance to process what he’s heard and needs to respond to. If Hubby would read the book, he’d know that Little Man sometimes just needs a few moments to process all of the incoming sensory stuff. Etcetera.

So give it to me straight, people. Would you be pissed too? Do I have a right to be pissed or even a little miffed? Actually, scratch the miffed bit. I’ve never been miffed in my life. I’m either ok or I’m completely pissed. There is no miff in my life. Oh, did that just sound kinky?

Kia

UPDATE!!! Hubby is now in the living room, reading the book. I guess my earlier tantrum has worked. Somewhat. BUT! BUT! Why does it always have to come to that? Why must I stamp my feet and bellow a few roars to get anything done around here? Ugh. That’s another post entirely…