Andy had a rough start to the day today. First of all, he slept in. Those of you who know Andy know that he NEVER sleeps in. I should have known it would lead to something not good.
Once he stumbled out of bed, 30 minutes later than usual, no less, he was in a sort of fog...like he wasn't really ready to be awake yet. He immediately laid down on the couch and refused to eat breakfast until he was able to "wake up" a bit more.
He finally sat up and was ready to eat breakfast. That's when the complaining started. He told me that he "didn't feel like" himself, and that he was "having a malfunction". I thought his choice of words was very appropriate! I'll bet that is what SPD feels like...a malfunction. Your body doesn't work correctly, your senses are exaggerated, things just "don't feel" right. Poor guy!
Because he slept in, he was off of his normal schedule. Unfortunately, Andy is a bit OCD with his schedule. He has never handled deviation from his schedule very well. The whole rest of the morning just felt "off" and I could tell he was having anxiety just from the schedule change.
By the time he ate breakfast, got dressed, and did his 15 minutes of swinging, it was almost time for school to start. As I drove him to school, I warned him that we were going to be arriving just before the bell, so he would not have time to play computers like he normally does before school.
His little face just looked so sad and defeated. I felt terrible for him. I can't imagine what it feels like to be him, to struggle with SPD and have all of those feelings and emotions and strange "malfunctions".
I walked in to school with him and explained to the teacher about his rough morning and his "malfunctions", and asked her to keep an eye on him for me.
And then, as much as I hated to, I had to walk out of the school leaving him there to cope alone.
This just doesn't seem to get any easier...