It’s been three years… but the moment I received my daughter B’s official sensory processing disorder diagnosis, still remains a vivid memory. It’s as clear to me as the ladybug costume she wore on her first Halloween, and the smile on her face when she learned she’d be a big sister.
I remember everything about the chair I sat in while the doctor spoke. The uncomfortable dent in the cushion. And the wooden arms I kept knocking my elbows against as I tried in vain to comfortably position my pregnant body….