A three-inch-long object has lifted me out of a pretty dark week.

No, it’s not my phone.

It’s a surgical brush that we run over Simon’s arms, legs and back about every 90 minutes.

It sounds crazy, but it WORKS.

It gives him sensory input, which he really, really needs. There is a noticeable difference in his mood and behavior. He is sitting next to me right now, calmly watching TV without kicking me or trying to grab my phone, which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but IT IS.

So instead of moping around feeling sorry for myself, I’m hopeful. If such a simple thing can make such a huge difference, think what all the things we haven’t yet tried can do.