Best Laid Plans: When Anxiety Throws You For a Loop
The summer that I was pregnant with Seuss will be emblazoned on my brain for the rest of my years. T was just a toddler and Leo was 3-years-old. It was the height of Leo's struggle with sensory processing disorder. He was a whizzing, whirring, tornado full of 3-year-old who was afraid of every little noise. Mourning doves Crickets Automated toilets and hand dryers Lawn mowers Blow dryers Air conditioning Airplanes overhead I could go on and on and on, folks. His SPD and the anxiety related to it controlled our every waking hour. If I wasn't talking him down,