I finally watched “Finding Dory” last night. I had already wanted to see that movie because I’m sorry, Ellen Degeneres is awesome, and her Dory character in Finding Nemo is the best! However, when the movie came out, my clients started asking me if I had seen it. “No…” was my reply as I sighed in disappointment. “You HAVE to see it!” was the resounding response. Yeah, yeah, I know.
I’ve been sad. Really sad. What’s the point in sugar coating it. It’s interesting, because I didn’t really start blogging until after we were really seeing progress in Ashlynn’s speech. I was able to be upbeat and positive in most of my posts. Sure there were some sad ones, or some angry ones, or some worried ones, but for the most part, I was feeling and had been until recently,
I’ve been riding a pretty nice high in the post apraxia diagnosis era. Mostly positive and determined, I had taken action and Ashlynn’s speech improved significantly. That is such a celebration, truly. Everyone comments within the family, at work, or at school how her language is exploding and she’s talking so much more! Yes! But then…..her dyspraxia started becoming more noticeable and our focus shifted. Dyspraxia affects her ADL’s (Activities
You know what really sucks about homework though? It’s that OUR kids, MY KID, need it the most, and they take the LONGEST to do the amount the average kid is given; and because they need more repetition, they get MORE than the average kid.
I see a question that gets asked a lot. In fact, I asked it myself. It usually goes something along the lines of, “Did you tell your child they had apraxia? If you did, how did you say it? What did you say?” I remember thinking when I first saw this question that I wouldn’t tell Ashlynn until way later….and then…maybe if she still seemed apraxic, I would tell her.
Before I knew my daughter Ashlynn had CAS, and before I spent countless hours researching, taking trainings, and becoming an expert in CAS; I was an elementary school SLP. Like any new SLP, I was relatively inexperienced with CAS. One year, I transferred schools and a 3rd grade boy with a dx of CAS popped up on my caseload. Most people, including his mother, still found him very hard