A few months ago, I was cutting some mat board to put with a framed drawing. Tragically, I lost my grip on the mat knife and accidentally sliced my left index finger. I grabbed my finger tightly and ran to the bathroom where, luckily for me, Momsy was there to assist me with my new wound.
The minute I released my hand on my finger, blood began to pour. It was like a horror movie, (if that horror movie was about Momsy and I standing in the bathroom, and I was just saying “ow, ow, ow”). TERRIFYING.
We wrapped it up quickly as a dull throb slowly began to overtake my whole hand. I’m lucky to be alive, honestly.
After a while, we re-wrapped the large cut with proper bandages and gauze. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized the doom which I now faced.
The new bandage monstrosity on my tiny finger was a huge sensory turnoff. I mean, HUGE.
I couldn’t for the life of me stop sensing the bandages on my finger. It wasn’t the pain, which was slightly annoying, rather, the heap of gauze, tape, and other junk piled onto my finger tip was like an assault on my entire sensory system. I’m not kidding you when I say that the illustration below displays the actual bandage to finger ratio:
Two days passed and still, the bandage predicament consumed my thoughts and will to live. My family informed me that I have been walking around the entire time with my finger stuck out awkwardly. Humiliated and moody, I told them that I had no idea that I was doing that, and further, I couldn’t seem to control it. I’d try to push it down into normal finger position, but it would pop right back up like a jack-in-the-box.
A week passed, and still my ugly finger wound was relentless in its quest to destroy me via sensory tactile WARFARE.
As a child, I had similar reactions to things like denim, tags in clothing, or socks that became awkwardly bunched in my shoe. I referred to the sock problem as a “coo-eee.” All were the cause of extreme distress. Parents with sensory kids, I know you feel me right now.
As an adult, I’ve managed to conquer the denim thing, but the same cannot be said for the clothing tags and sock cooees. Sensory adults, I know you feel me right now.
The giant band-aid was merely the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. If I was having a bad sensory day, my band-aid finger was sure to put me over the edge.
Thankfully, because the world is merciful, I was upgraded to a single band-aid after two weeks. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps there was hope after all!
One morning, that glorious day had arrived where I needed no band-aid whatsoever. My finger was free! And so was I.
All that remains now is a scar on my finger tip – the memory of a harrowing three-week period of sensory insanity. I will never again underestimate the mental anguish that a bandage can cause. More importantly, my finger returned to its resting position, and life went on. My tiny scar and I became very close.
I first laugh then feel so badly…a wild ride,Kelly
don’t feel badly for laughing, it’s part of the experience ❤ 😀
🙂 Love your positivity in this reply. been depressed (post-partum) and many things that got me n a downward spiral then, I laugh about now. sure, part of the experience
thank you – I’ve found that with things as terrible as depression or any type of disease/trauma/illness, the moment when your are IN it, it’s far from funny. But, it’s healthy and good to look back on those bad experiences and find something about them to laugh at. It’s in the past, and YOU won. Even if it might be coming again (for instance, one day you are feeling a bit less depressed, it’s a good time to say, “hahahhaha depression. NOT TODAY.”)
I love your storytelling!! And your pictures! I especially love the image with the bandage with a face on it!! Also I am the same way with some things touching me, like shirt tags drive me totally insane, although bandages only mildly so… I really hope you keep blogging, I’m a fan for life!
I have SPD. My life has been so much better since discovering the Nexcare Tegaderm bandages. I just cut them down to size. Feels kind of like a second skin. If the cut keeps opening up when I move, I use some liquid bandage, which kind of superglues it together and then I put the tegaderm over it. I had this cut on my inner thigh and I wouldn’t have been able to function unless I had the tegaderm bandages.