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| Van Gogh's Ear 1888 |
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because this cereal."
"What?"
"This cereal is too loud. It makes it hard to hear!"
Alrighty then. This I can understand. Even we mere mortals with typical sensory processing can relate. Funny how he appears deaf when I call out to him at times, lost in his own world. Strange how he talks so loudly that everyone turns to stare, yet crunchy cereal chewing overtakes his ability to hear Spongebob 5 feet away.
Scooter's sensory issues are a moving target. I never know how he'll react. Even if I followed him around with a notebook - which I do in my head anyway - I'd never discover a pattern, be able to predict his needs. Just when I think I've got him figured out, he switches it up on me.
Scooter was truly bestowed upon me to keep me on my toes. I love to dance to a funky beat; but I'd love to be able to choose my own songs, tempo, bass, treble, balance.
Volume. Pitch. Harmony.
My senses are hyper-focused on your every move, kiddo.
Sensory Assimilation.
