A tangled yellow and black line drawing with the words "Controlled Chaos" in teal.

Made with love in Corvallis, Oregon.

Controlled Khaos is our neurodivergent, family-run brand built on comfort, color, and the beautiful kind of chaos that comes with thinking differently.

Our journey started years ago when my oldest son was diagnosed with Autism at just 5 years old — he’s now 13 and still teaching us every day. After years of being told my youngest "just had ADHD," he was finally diagnosed with Autism this year too. And as it turns out... I’ve joined the club as a late-diagnosed ADHD/Autistic adult myself.

This business is our way of embracing who we are and creating from that space — one where stimming, softness, joy, and being neurospicyare all fully welcome.

Here at Controlled Khaos, you’ll find: 🧶 Cozy crochet and knit goods 🍬 Whipped-from-scratch marshmallows 🧩 Whimsical 3D printed creations

Every piece is made with intention, care, and more than a little love from our beautifully wired family.

Whether you're neurodivergent yourself or just love unique, handmade things — we're so glad you're here. Thanks for joining us in the Khaos. 💫

Our introduction to the neuro-spicy world was born in 2011, and his journey began early. By the age of 2, he showed a speech delay, and his doctor referred him to our local education service office for in-home speech services.

During those home sessions, his therapist brought up the possibility of him being autistic. We agreed to move forward with an evaluation, and he was given an educational diagnosis of autism. With that, we were able to enroll him in an early intervention preschool.

From early intervention preschool to Head Start, we all learned what worked for him—and what didn’t. Shortly after receiving the educational diagnosis, I asked about pursuing a medical diagnosis, but was told it would only be considered if we were looking to medicate.

We eventually switched providers and were able to get a referral for a full medical evaluation. Shortly before he turned 5, he was formally diagnosed as autistic, with additional diagnoses of apraxia of speech and sensory processing disorder. With those diagnoses, we were able to begin pursuing additional therapies, including speech, occupational, and ABA therapy.

Over time, his needs have evolved, and he is currently focusing on ABA therapy. He now attends the same school as his younger brother, continuing his journey with support, growth, and a deeper understanding of what helps him thrive.

A young boy with short light brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, holding and eating a red apple with some bites taken out. He is wearing a green and white hoodie with black accents.
A young boy with a backpack wearing an orange hoodie with the hood up, standing outdoors on a sidewalk with a residential street in the background, smiling with eyes closed.
A young boy is sitting on the floor assembling a Lego set. He is wearing a blue T-shirt and dark pants. There are various Lego pieces in a green tray, scattered around him, and an instruction booklet open in front of him. Scissors and other small Lego pieces are also nearby.
A young boy with big eyes and a slight smile, wearing a red Spider-Man t-shirt, lying on a pillow with a gray plaid pattern, with a thumb partially covering the camera in a close-up selfie.
A boy in a red hoodie holding a large vanilla soft serve ice cream cone inside a restaurant.
Close-up of a young boy with reddish hair and big eyes taking a selfie in a classroom with yellow tables and wooden chairs.

Our second neuro-spicy adventure was born in 2013, and his journey has been a little more wibbly-wobbly. As he was growing up, we noticed similarities between his behaviors and his brother’s, but initially chalked it up to “monkey see, monkey do.”

When he was 5, I requested a medical evaluation and was told, “It’s just ADHD.” A few years later, I sought another evaluation, this time emphasizing cognitive concerns, as I had noticed he needed extra processing time, among other things. Again, I was told, “It’s just ADHD.”

When it came time for him to start middle school, I knew he wasn’t emotionally ready, so I transferred him out of our local district into a rural charter school. Within the first month, the special education teacher approached me and asked if I would approve an autism evaluation. Sure enough, he was diagnosed as autistic.

With their report, I was able to have his primary care provider validate it as a medical diagnosis, which allowed me to begin pursuing support services and ABA therapy. He is still new to receiving these services and continues to adjust to the added focus and attention.

His journey, like his brother’s, is a big part of why I do what I do—creating with intention, patience, and a deep understanding that every person experiences the world in their own unique way.

A young boy with short brown hair and blue eyes standing outdoors on a pathway, crossing his arms and smiling, wearing a red Lego Ninjago T-shirt.
Young boy with a paper crown on his head that says 'I rocked the first week of kindergarten,' standing outdoors near a sidewalk and trees.