Overload

Whirring.

Buzzing.

Lights.

Water falling.

NOISE!

The wonder of the MOST. 

There weren't even many kids there, it being the first or second day for public schools in the area.  We went because we knew it would be deserted and we could give the kids more free reign and play full of learning.  It was a good day to go!

And yet, it was still too much for my littlest boy.  Complete sensory overload.

I've been watching him closer for the past month or so, terrified of what I am seeing.  We're having him evaluated for these issues and others.  Evaluated, and involving the public school system and the county mental health to help us figure out what is going on and help him.  If you know me, you know that it took quite a LOT to get me to go there for help.

So.  Today.  Lots of hands over ears, closing eyes.  Floppy out of control limbs.  Wouldn't go in the 5 story playhouse because of the stupid air compressor noise in one part of it.  Wouldn't walk near the giant beating heart, not afraid, just couldn't handle the noise (and that one was a low noise).

I've done some research on my own.  I've talked to a few friends that I know won't sugar coat it.  I've talked to the people evaluating him.  I consider myself to be pretty well educated on early child development, even though I've never formally studied it.  This, this thing that has overtaken my child, this is what I fear.  For I know what it is.  In my heart, I already know, and I'm just waiting for the "professionals" to confirm it and give it a name.

It breaks my heart!  Looking in his eyes, I can see when he has lost all control.  I want to lay down and throw a tantrum with him!  Oh, God, my precious boy...  Hold us both, won't You?