I hate that term. “Disorder”. Just because my body reacts differently to sensory input doesn’t mean I have a disorder.
I have sensory “issues”. Though I was never diagnosed. I happened across a list a few years back and did more reading. I was always just told I was picky, over dramatic, exaggerating, etc. as a child. So it was good to find validation!
My four kids have varying degrees of issues. My 9 year old is the most like me. I think we all handle our degrees of sensitivity pretty well, with no therapy. We have things we like and things we don’t, and we do our best to make ourselves comfortable. I don’t see it as a hindrance. It’s a challenge, to be sure, but it’s also a wonderful thing. I have detected the scent of an electrical fire while it was merely smoldering in the other room. I never have to use a baby monitor. I can spot small lost items with ease. I can feel a bug tickling my arm instantaneously. I can create my own seasonings just by imagining what the herbs would taste like together.
These are super powers, not a disability! Yes, it takes time and effort to learn to live in a society inundated with bright lights, loud noises, and pungent odors. But I would personally never want to dull my senses. I’ll take the bad because of the good that comes along with it. Moving to a tiny rural town has greatly helped us all be able to live more peacefully, also. We retreat to our house often, but even going downtown is pretty stress-free here!
I say we stop trying to medicate away or dull anything that is outside of what the “experts” deem as “normal”. I say we celebrate our differences. Imagine how boring it would be if we were all truly the same?