Blemish is Beauty

I had decided to keep my son’s sensory struggles to myself, the struggles that took me years to pinpoint: the love of beans for every meal, the bother of socks and shoes and sleeves, the brain scrambling some senses into a language none of us could understand, his battle to feel safe. I wanted to keep him from labels and from being treated differently, so when he started occupational therapy 4 days a week, I told very few people.


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Reply September 30, 2011

Oh Amber! Girl...I've walked this path! I hated son is not defined by this name...the shame and the sympathetic glances. Wow, pain that I rarely feel now. There is hope. There is healing in Jesus, who is the name above all names! We have found victory in this journey and I'd love to share some of the things that worked wonderfully (but, I'm not a peddler and we all have to find the way). Sometimes it's just comforting to know someone has made it through ;)

    Reply September 30, 2011

    Shelly, yes. Seriously thank you so much.

    I can't tell you how encouraged I've been by this and by those in the waiting room at therapy. Ours diets have changed, and that has helped as well.

    Our entire family is different now with therapy, too. It's such a big deal, and honestly, you wouldn't know that Jude has sensory issues without my telling you.

      Reply September 30, 2011

      I'm hoping to send other comments to the Deeper Story post!

      Thanks for encouraging me and others here today!

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