One thing I love about life is all of the feelings I feel when I use my senses. Beautiful sights (I love photography and art!), Smells (hello bakeries and fine dining and flowers!), touch (knitting, textures, fabrics!), tastes (creamy texture, amazing flavors...), and sounds (music, birds, children, laughter). I love it in abundance. It also stresses me out... darkness, tar smell, bare feet on grass, sticky things, loud sounds, mean people...
I'm sensitive. The Captain realized that before we were married, and keeps it forefront in his mind. But how sensitive am I???
Bear is undergoing some testing for some different processing functions. Missing those a-MA-zing quizzes I used to do in Seventeen magazine (which I really never read past age 15), I did my own version of his Sensory Processing Disorder quiz. And guess what I learned?
I have Severe Sensory Processing Disorder. For real. Not pretend for real. For real for real.
While I'm not surprised, I'm surprised! After reading more of the material from his doctor, it appears I just hardly complain about the nasty I feel. I don't cry or scream or yell, even if I feel it inside.
Isn't that interesting? So now I get to learn more about SPD, and myself. And I get to decide how I feel about it. Do I use it as a tool to become a "better" person, or do I set it aside, claiming "hogwash", and go along my merry way?
I only wonder one thing... If I'm sensitive, what's "normal" in everyone else's world?
Wow. How interesting to make a discovery like that as a grown-up. I'm definitely in the "sensitive" category, and I'm pretty sure it's part of what made many aspects of school (including college) so hard for me, and also part of why I love poetry and photography and gourmet food. So I don't know if I can give you any insights into "normal." But now I'm wondering how "not normal" I am! ;)
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