the other day I realised something \
my son is truly totally unique
the way he thinks, the way he processes information, the way he insists on wearing certain kinds of clothes - they are all pointing to a picture that I can't quite place but I can see that it all adds up.
today I read about sensory processing issues - and about other kids and adults who are particular, super super particular about their clothes, amongst other things
initially I was worried, but then I realised it just confirmed what I have been thinking of a few days - whether you call it a disorder or not is just a naming exercise
I do not call it that
but I see that he is different and special and I have to accept that and do my best to help him make sense of this world through accepting his idioscyracies and not forcing him out of it
currently this extends to only wearing pants of a certain length and of certain colours - no greens and oranges and navy blues
Jeans are okay. black pants are the best. white pants are okay
length must be perfect, touching his feet, preferably a little longer so even when he sleeps the pants don't ride up
no singlets.
shorts sleeves, long sleeves are okay.
he makes exceptions for school though thank goodness. just that you can sense he can't wait to get home and get out of those clothes.
and he thinks differently.
makes up patterns in his way of thinking, sees parallels
really quite beautiful
if I can let him be, not cramp him with our 'usual' requirements of normal expected behaviour - he could become a real one in a kind genius kind of fellow!
my kutty brilliant fashionista!
lovehim so much!
my son is truly totally unique
the way he thinks, the way he processes information, the way he insists on wearing certain kinds of clothes - they are all pointing to a picture that I can't quite place but I can see that it all adds up.
today I read about sensory processing issues - and about other kids and adults who are particular, super super particular about their clothes, amongst other things
initially I was worried, but then I realised it just confirmed what I have been thinking of a few days - whether you call it a disorder or not is just a naming exercise
I do not call it that
but I see that he is different and special and I have to accept that and do my best to help him make sense of this world through accepting his idioscyracies and not forcing him out of it
currently this extends to only wearing pants of a certain length and of certain colours - no greens and oranges and navy blues
Jeans are okay. black pants are the best. white pants are okay
length must be perfect, touching his feet, preferably a little longer so even when he sleeps the pants don't ride up
no singlets.
shorts sleeves, long sleeves are okay.
he makes exceptions for school though thank goodness. just that you can sense he can't wait to get home and get out of those clothes.
and he thinks differently.
makes up patterns in his way of thinking, sees parallels
really quite beautiful
if I can let him be, not cramp him with our 'usual' requirements of normal expected behaviour - he could become a real one in a kind genius kind of fellow!
my kutty brilliant fashionista!
lovehim so much!
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