My son is 12 and super sensitive to the light. The only thing I been able to do is to try to identify who he is and what he needs at different times of the year.
My Son
In January he comes to find me, In February we like to write. In March he likes to play outside But by April he is nowhere in sight.
In May he shuts his curtains And programmes his way through the day. In June he hardly speaks, Only Unity, C Sharp all day.
In July he likes late night picnics And will go to the beach or the park. In August he goes on badger hunts, Wearing his torch after dark
In September the garden is spooky, In October the leaves are too red, In November he asks to do music Now the rhythms make sense in his head.
In December he does animation Because he can now think straight. He creates the most heart warming stories; It was definitely worth the wait!
