Yes, you read the title correct. I just called apraxia a blessing. It took me a long time to get to this point. I certainly didn’t feel it was a blessing here 2.5 years, or here, New worries, or here IEP on the other side of the table, or here Background and suspicions. I remember shouting “I HATE APRAXIA” “APRAXIA SUCKS!!” everytime I watched my daughter struggle. Slowly but surely though,
Most people might take for granted their name. You have a name, you’ve always had a name, and basically that’s that. Kids with Apraxia have a name too, and they know it just like you. There is, however, one difference. Many can’t say their name at first. Can you imagine? How many times are little children asked their name? It’s basically the first question strangers ask them right up there
I read your stories daily. I feel your struggles, I rejoice in your triumphs, and I nod my head in understanding. You are my fellow bloggers. I read your blogs like I’m checking the morning paper. I read your tears and your smiles about your struggle with apraxia, and I share them with you about mine with my daughter’s. We read these stories as separate entities. We close the blog
It’s the month of May, and in my world, that means starting to think about what to do for the second annual Apraxia Awareness Day. Leading the movement is CASANA, a non-profit dedicated to Childhood Apraxia of Speech. If you are interested, they have a bunch of great ideas on how to celebrate here, at their website Apraxia Kids. I did write to my local papers, but my favorite of all
The people over at Complete Speech and Michelle over at Trust Me, I’m a Mom and myself all teamed up to offer you a great giveaway for the visual feedback app VowelViz! I was not paid to review the app and am only offering my personal opinion not only as a mother with a child who has a speech delay, but also as an SLP who works with kids. I
I have a client who is usually brought in by her dad who drops her off and then waits in the truck. Last night; however, he followed us back to the therapy room and asked to talk with me.This normally reserved, stoic man had fear and sadness in his eyes. He told me had just seen his wife briefly and she was crying. She had a meeting with the school
