I first met a fellow mommy of apraxia at the Denver Apraxia Walk. She was pleasant with kind eyes, and said she felt her 5 year old son needed a change up in speech therapy services. The next week her son was scheduled for therapy at the private clinic in which I work. In most cases, I have my parents come with their child into my office. I NEED them
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
I stood waiting 30 minutes early to enter the room. The room where I would present information on my personal and professional experiences and knowledge about Childhood Apraxia of Speech for the first time at a professional conference. As the door opened, people started clammering for a seat. I looked around thinking to myself, “are they sure they know they are coming to see me?” I took my place at