Neurodivergent And Dance Salt

I remember my first Ecstatic Dance UK event. The room was warm, the bass was deep, and people were moving with a freedom I had rarely seen. I wanted to join in, but I felt stuck. The music was loud and unpredictable. Someone brushed past me without warning. My sensory processing went into overload, and I spent most of the session sitting against the wall, watching. I was not the only one. Over the next few months, I met several dancers who described similar experiences. They