Tuesday, March 9, 2010

White Noise

Early on in life, my dad realized that white noise was a huge help to me when I was trying to fall asleep.

It might have been elementary school or middle school when we discovered this. Before then, it took me forever to fall asleep. It still does sometimes. I could hear every bump in the house and my mind was constantly wandering.

One of my first CD's was one he made by looping ocean sounds. It would play and I would sleep. My parents have purchased me a few lullaby CD's which I still listen to all the time. They show up as having been played a couple hundred times on iTunes.

One of my favourites is The Living Room Sessions by Chris Rice. It's just piano hymns. Now, I even play it when I do tests at school, if the teacher allows. When I play it, my brain knows that it can calm down.

I also enjoy Lullaby by Jullian Lloyd Webber and Disney's Lullaby Album by Fred Mullen. For rough nights, I call in Twila Paris with Bedtime Prayers.

When I do homework I listen to the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack or the one for Find Neverland. There are a few other tunes I use to get homework done but those are some pretty prominant ones.

It is especially homework when I'm reading for school. Any little noise can set me off, distracting me. With the white noise and meds, I can plow through an entire history chapter. What a feeling of accomplishment that brings.

Books, Pens, and Loud-Voiced Men

Welcome to my classroom.

When I pick a seat at the beginning of each quarter, I like to sit in the second row. I also like to sit across from the clock, in case it makes ticking noises.

I like to always sit in the same seat. Once, and only once, a girl sat in my seat in math. I didn’t like that at all, but of course recovered quickly. It just made me feel like my mind was shouting at me, “This is a bad, bad day. This is a bad, bad day.” I let myself make a joke of it and sat down by someone I knew.

I normally end up taking off my watch within five minutes of class. I am reliant upon my watch and I feel secure with it on, but in a silent setting, the ticking can drive me crazy.

Some people’s voices upset me in class. When they talk, it makes me feel like covering my ears or running off. Instead of going with my instincts, I sit tight and listen and try to learn to get used to them. I often will judge a person on their voice and dislike them. Most often it is people with loud, harsh voices, typically girls.

“Uhhh.” “Ummm.”
I count those. It drives me crazy when a lecturing professor’s speech is filled with filler words. Sometimes I can get up to 14 “umms” a minute which is a number I find to be ridiculous. I almost didn’t even take a class next quarter because after seeing the professor talk for 4 minutes, I couldn’t help but notice his ever-present, booming “uhhs.”

When I open up my books, they are underlines, often in multiple colours. My mind processes information best that way. I have to use a ruler to underline or else I end up erasing my marks and doing everything over until it is just right.

I like the feeling of certain pens and pencils and find it really comforting to use them. Sometimes, I get caught up just doing line after line. I like these Caran d’Ache Edelweiss pencils best. I use the HB and the 3B.

I like going to class each day. I don’t feel worried or anxious, it is something I look forward to. I have a very set routine and feel in charge of it. I write everything in my agenda and usually know what to expect. It’s after school plans that can get me a bit on edge.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sensational Kids

Sensational Kids: Hope and Help for Children with Sensory Processing Disorder

This book just came from the library and I'm excited. I can get more into this book than most fiction books. It's full of stories of kids that I can relate to.

I'll be putting some very-short excerpts up and then do a response. I hope that's not too illegal. I guess is if the author, Lucy Jane Miller, Ph.D., OTR gets upset, I can take this down.

There are two main books I've heard of for parents of SDD kids, this one and
The Out-Of-Synch Child by Carol Stock Kranowitz, M.A.

I am very blessed not to have SPD to the extremes that some kids do. I can relate to them on some levels, and on others I can only imagine what they must be going through.
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