Living With Sensory Processing Disorder as an Adult: No Breaks, Just Waves
The Peril of Silence Within
Dedication to Emileee, a little girl who has SPD, too.
As I sit in an empty room full of silence,
my ears echo cymbal sounds piercing my eardrums
Concealing the pain induces anxieties
Ravaging my body as if boiling water
is poured onto me, seeping internally,
disintegrating anything in its way
Grasping or wearing a safe,
calming fabric feels heavenly
unless at the moment
it’s cutting through my skin
leaving a trail of agony
It’s the worst enemy
I’ve ever encountered
giving millions of paper cuts
all over my body
along with the sensation of
boiling water poured onto my skin
I scratch my face repeatedly
knowing it will amplify
not alleviate the sensations
I remember to divert my attention
to something else
though my attention is now
on what I am touching
or the clothes I am wearing
Is it on my safe, comfortable list
to wear or touch for the day?
It was safe and comfortable yesterday
it gave no paper cuts
Today I wish I could
join a nudist colony
Maybe tomorrow
the sounds and the safe,
comfortable sensations
will cooperate
And I won’t think I’m dying
in a dark hole of torture
within myself
While outwardly I seem to be
completely, merely “normal”
broadcasting no angst or panic
before your eyes
This is the living hell I battle every day
that no one observes,
I want to battle it within myself
alone.
This is my battle
I need to conquer on my own
first.
“Sometimes, we only want to see what is occurring in front of us, not what’s occurring within the person’s psyche or body. We can’t truly comprehend how they perceive the world or how their body reacts; nevertheless we can try our hardest to lend a supportive hand. To have someone understand a little is a step in the right direction for the future.” — Sara
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