“That’s not acceptance, that’s discrimination.” I watched a fellow apraxia mom say this today while she wiped tears from her eyes. Why? Well, she was looking at a beautiful newspaper article in the Valley Breeze that she bought special. She knew it featured her seven year old son who threw out a first pitch along with two other children that day, and couldn’t wait to see his picture and read
Ever wonder why CAS is called Childhood Apraxia of Speech? Is it really necessary to have the word “childhood” in there? Doesn’t it ostracize those who never truly outgrow apraxia? Plus, isn’t it a lifelong neurological disorder? Why can’t we just call it apraxia, or verbal apraxia? You might be surprised to know the reasoning was more thought out than you might think. If you’ve ever had these questions, Sharon
I’ve never been involved with non-profits until recently. I mean, I had the couple that I liked and donated to and then went about my merry way. Once I had Ashlynn and met Sharon Gretz, the founder of CASANA, knowing I could never repay her for the kindness and support she gave me, I turned to supporting CASANA 100%. As a mother to a child with apraxia herself, Sharon automatically
One day I was perusing The Mighty to see if any new apraxia articles had been posted, and I ran across an article by Kelsey Belk, a graduate student studying to be an SLP. I was so inspired by her article I just had to reach out and thank her. I found her on facebook and saw that she was currently attending the University of Northern Colorado! I live in
I cried last night. Not just a few tears either. Big, ugly, chest heaving tears. I think my husband was a little taken aback. It’s not that’s he’s never seen me cry, but it’s not very often and it’s usually because something really big happened. They can be happy or sad tears, but the events that inspire a full on cry have usually been big, like the birth of
I often think about what would have happened had it been me who had apraxia, dyspraxia, SPD, dysarthria, and a learning disability when I was young. It’s pointless I know, but I was/am a perfectionist. That’s not a good thing. I learned early I was really good at spelling, reading and writing, but math I had to work for. I won a math award in 3rd grade and I looked