The Color of Compulsion
One of the most startling consequences of Noah’s injury has been how parts of his personality have been magnified. He was a sweet child before, and he is now the most gentle, kindest soul you will meet. He enjoyed ordering things, arranging toys in patterns. Now he’s quite obsessive about it. I snapped this after one of his (now squelched) 3 a.m. coloring sessions:
Notice how it’s not just the chromatic ordering of the crayons; it’s also the stripping of the paper wrappers and the (functionally needless) sharpening. He sits for hours at a time at the table, absorbed in these activities. He prefers coloring to all else; no books or television or games (well, a few games).