I am a teaching assistant to 2 classrooms, 3-5th grade, and 6-8th grade. All my students have autism, most are co-diagnosed with another disorder (anxiety, ADHD, etc). I make weighted blankets, body socks, sensory capes, weighted lap pads, and other therapy tools at cost for whoever needs them. I work with multiple OTs rn and can work with your therapists to design tools and fabrics to best fill needs.
If you have a students and/or children with sensory needs, please contact me via email here or on my tumblr (volcanokitten.tumblr.com) or at twitter (@volcanokitten) and we can have a conversation about what might work, and all the options available.
I can do paypal, so no worries there. Naturally, everything is money-back guaranteed and had a lifetime warranty.
I remember being accosted by two security guards in an open parking lot on Burnaby Mountain. My girlfriend and I were young, and, like many young couples in parking lots, we were doing what was only natural for young lovers to express. Deep into the night, the winter air kept at bay while our body […]
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Gah. Brain block. Brain constipation. Writer’s block. Ack.
I have a few precious hours all in a row to write and my brain refuses to cooperate. Thanks, asshole.
I need to get through the next few hours without flipping out or screaming or melting down. One thing at a time. One minute at a time. One word at a time. Why brain whyyyyy?
When you spend your weekends watching the clock or hiding in the bathroom or finding ridiculous errands to run with your kids just to escape your house/3rd employment location/jail, and you get a magically free couple of hours with no boss to answer to? Heaven.
Maybe I should just sit and watch the leaves fall. Or send that Dear John email. Or both.
Our sweet Ian, (((HUGS))) hon! 1year is no time and also ALL the time!!
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Can you just feel the chill of fall coming into the air? It couldn’t be that it is September now? That means movies are officially starting to be either terrible or trying to be Oscar films. This also means that Halloween stuff is starting to invade stores and football takes over most people’s lives. Or […]
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