Visual System using PostIts

Organization or Obsession?

What happens when a person is unable to adequately filter or sort sensory information from her environment? She spends a lot of time feeling threatened.…

Sensory Modulation - Exhaustion or Depression

Sensory Modulation Disorder and Depression? Move It! Move It! Move It!

“In 1979, I needed to learn more than biology or chemistry or how to deconstruct literature. I needed to learn how to navigate my life as…

Coming Soon! The Sensory-Friendly Section of your Favorite Restaurant

It feels like we sensory defensive adults only have two options: deal with the crazy overwhelming world the way it is or keep a safe distance…

If Sensory Processing Disorder had been in the DSM

Had Sensory Processing Disorder been in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual my life would have changed when I left home to go to college. There,…

Sensory Defensive Nervous System – drawing

I created a drawing that illustrates how a person with a “sensory defensive” nervous system may react differently to ordinary stimuli than a person with a “normal” nervous system. Feel…

Cockroach on the Freeway!

Stimming with Cockroach on Freeway

I caught motion in my peripheral vision – driver’s side window. It was over an inch and a half long, reddish brown. It was in…

Sensory Processing, Arousal & Rumsfeld

When anything moves in the backyard, Rumsfeld, the 75-pound poodle, leaps to attention. His DNA was programmed over eons to be ready at any moment…

Hungry Lizzy

Lane’s Food Sanity Rules

Rule #4: When homicidal rage blurs your vision, ask, “Could you be hungry?”

Watson and I rarely argue. Thirty years of wedded bliss has given us plenty of time to compromise on and respect our differences of preference and opinion.

But neither of us is perfect. Sometimes while feeling around in the gray area for compromise, one of us may stumble upon something unbearable.

Modulation Madness

Small-scale Modulation Madness Think of what it would be like if every time you wanted to exit the freeway you had to overcome the concrete…

Meltdown

It was a perfect storm first thing in the morning. Gentle rain soothed like a lullaby, gently lapping unconsciousness over my attempt to surface into…