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  • Apraxia, dyspraxia, dysarthria and the link that tied them all together.

    Apraxia, dyspraxia, dysarthria and the link that tied them all together.

    Those familiar with my story know that I missed apraxia in Ashlynn because I was convinced she had CP (cerebral palsy).  She had a significant birth history and had to be pulled out via C-section and all of her motor milestones were late.

    Tummy time was a nightmare.  I was always so stressed about it because she literally seemed like she was suffocating and couldn’t pull herself up for air.  She would cry.  As much as I tried to prevent it she developed a flat head.  I remember asking the pediatrician if she needed a helmet but was told no. From 3-6 months she had developed a case of extremely pointy toes.  My friend affectionately referred to them as ballerina toes, but they were anything but cute.  I couldn’t get them flexed at all.  I kept thinking they just looked “spastic” to me; which is a term to describe very tight muscles in individuals with CP.

    When I brought it up to the pediatrician she said we could go to neurology or maybe I could just massage her calves every night in the bathtub and at her next baby well visit we would evaluate.  I decided to do that and if it didn’t work I would go to neurology.  I worked as a speech/language pathologist before she was born in severe needs classrooms and worked alongside physical therapists.  I did to Ashlynn everything I would see them do to our students.  By her next well baby visit, her feet could flex and she no longer had a standing ballerina toe pose.  There didn’t seem a need for neurology at that point.

    After that the rest is really history.  I received her diagnosis of apraxia right before her 3rd birthday, and then subsequently got her dx of dyspraxia, SPD, and ADHD through various OT places we went for therapy.  From that time on, I’ve accepted this was her diagnoses.

    Last year I decided I wanted to make sure I had checked all the boxes and got a referral to neurology.  It was not a good appointment.  You can read about here. They completely dismissed any chance of CP, but they did write orders for an MRI and genetics and those were two boxes I wanted to check off.  That all turned up empty.  They dismissed any neurological soft signs I had seen such as her pointy toes, flat head, and choking as a baby.  They actually dismissed dyspraxia and apraxia as well but that’s another story.  I let it go again because these are experts after all.

    That was until, a new development happened.  Ashlynn’s toes are curling forward to the point you can’t see her toenails because it looks like she is standing on them.  I took her back to the pediatrician who literally did not know who to refer me to.  She sighed a deep sigh and took a good 20-30 seconds to speak.  In the end, we decided on the orthopedic department at children’s, guessing it has something to do with her dyspraxia causing balance and coordination issues.

    As fate would have it, I’m telling Ashlynn’s symptoms to the mom of a client who has severe CP and dysarthria.  After I told her about our dr appointment and referral, she relayed to me that curling toes is common in CP, or any joint abnormalities for that matter, especially around the time of a growth spurt.

    My heart sunk.

    There is this feeling every mom can relate to.  It is this gut feeling that tells you when something is right and when something is wrong in your child.   At that moment, I immediately felt it. I knew that what I had thought all along was right.  Ashlynn has CP, and this woman standing before me knew of the person I should go see.

    She recommended I go to the rehab clinic at Children’s Hospital Denver who has a team of doctors who deal with this stuff.  I called this place in lieu of the orthopedic department.  The intake person went from being skeptical and asking me why I didn’t have a doctor referral to enthusiatically affirming she could get us in right away after I explained all of Ashlynn’s symptoms.  She then told me that me once Ashlynn was diagnosed, they can recommend the best plan of treatment.  When I got off the phone my mind was reeling.  What had I told that person that made their attitude change from skeptic to a certain dx?  I wasn’t sure, but at least I knew I was now on the right track to getting an accurate and complete dx for my daughter.

    I’m a firm believer that coincidences are put in our path for a reason.  It wasn’t a “coincidence” this client found me.  She had in fact been referred to me by Dr. Ruth Stoeckel, who had been my mentor at the Apraxia-Kids bootcamp. I was about to experience another coincidence that would light the path to the answers I was seeking.

    That same week I found out Ashlynn’s OT was leaving and a new OT would be shadowing her for the next two sessions.  When I went in, I told them both about Ashlynn’s new doctor appointment and that it was because I had always suspected CP.  The minute I said CP they both turned to each other, smiled, and then nodded in recognition.

    I’m sure when they looked back at me I looked angry.  Why on Earth would they suspect something like CP and not tell me?  I quickly had my answer.  The new OT had observed Ashlynn the week prior and after reading her chart suspected a mixed presentation of low and high tone.  She suspected it, because she herself had CP as well.

    My mouth probably dropped open.

    That was a lot to process.  For someone like me who believes coincidences are God’s way of telling us we are on the right path, this path was lit up like a Christmas tree and blinking.  I knew my initial hunches way back when Ashlynn was a baby were about to be finally confirmed, almost 9 years later.  I didn’t know what to feel.

     

     

  • 1st Day of 3rd Grade

    1st Day of 3rd Grade

    My dearest Ashlynn,

    Your courage amazes me daily.  It inspires me and pushes me beyond any limit real or imagined.  Today was your first day of 3rd grade.  You have been waiting for this day since the last day of 2nd grade.  Actually, quite possibly since the first day of 2nd grade when you told me,“After 2nd grade you I will be in 3rd grade!”

    I emphatically responded,

    “We need to make it through 2nd grade first!”

    We bought you a new backpack, new outfit, new shoes, and you got a new haircut.  Two out of the four items went as planned.  The backpack and new shoes went off without a hitch.  The other two? Well Ashlynn, it’s just not our style to have a few hiccups is it?

    Getting a new haircut is always an adventure.  Your dyspraxia, ADHD, SPD, and receptive language issues make following specific commands somewhat challenging don’t they?  I stepped in to help guide your head where it needed to go so the stylist would stop reminding you of how hard it was for you to follow those simple commands.

    Then came the new outfit.  We picked it out together!  I didn’t think we needed to try it on because I know what size you are and I was sure it would fit.  Last night we hung it up on your dresser anticipating the first day of school! However, this morning when you went to put it on you were more confused than ever.  I came into help and realized I had bought you a romper! That flowey material fooled both of us didn’t it!!  I could have sworn it was a dress.  A romper though?  Yeah, not a friend to the girl who has dyspraxia.  I apologized and offered other options in your closet.  We chose a pretty sun dress you hadn’t worn much, but I still felt bad.

    You took it in stride though!

    All morning you were jumping up an down and excited to go to school and I marveled at you.  School is so hard for you.  Last year you came home with bloodied shirts or completely different shirts because you had so thoroughly stained yours from picking your finger nails.  Almost every assignment you completed you struggled in, and many times you ate and played alone.  How on Earth were you excited to go back to that?

    Three days before we saw an ex client of mine who is your age.  Her apraxia is resolved and she has residual learning disabilities.  She told us how she didn’t want to go back to school because she was bullied and you sat there un-phased.   I thought to myself if I were in either of your shoes I would feel like my client; yet I was so grateful you are you.

    You have a strength and internal resolve I am working towards.  You have courage and resiliency I have yet to conquer.  Where my instinct is to run back your instinct is to jump forward.

    I am inspired by you.  I am always going to be here by your side.  I’m going to love you, but I’m going to push you.  I’m going to do everything in my power to help you obtain the tools you need in order to live life on your terms.

    It took me many years to believe and even more to practice this simple advice:

    Heck it takes grown men and women to follow this advice, and let’s face it.  Some die before they ever follow this advice at all. YOU embody this.  YOU are a living testament to this.

    Pursue it all Ashlynn!  I’ve always got your back and I’m your biggest fan!

    Love,

    Mommy

  • Executive functioning home intervention

    Executive functioning home intervention

    Let’s talk executive functioning.  If you follow my facebook page SLPMommyofApraxia (click here), you already know we are making our house an executive functioning friendly zone and you might have read a prior post I wrote a  “What is Executive Functioning, and Why Do You Need to Know?”

    What does an executive functioning friendly zone mean exactly?  I decided to put all of it into a post so you can see and hopefully help others who may have children with similar issues.

    Before I begin, I just want to say this:

    Children with learning differences, many, many, MANY times benefit from the use of visuals.  There have a been a handful of cases in my career where visual aids actually confused the student more; but for the most part, visual aids benefit everyone.  This visual from northstarpaths really explains why:

    Executive functioning (EF) deficits are a common comorbidity with a variety of conditions including: ADHD, OCD, ID and others just to name a few.

    Visuals are AMAZINGLY helpful for children with EF dysfunction.   The problem is, most teaching involves auditory input.  The teacher (or parent) talks, children listen, and learning takes place.  For kids like my daughter, who have a language processing impairment, the teacher (or parent)  talking is basically the equivalent to the teacher in the Peanuts comic series.  All the children hear are “wah wah, wah wah wah wah.”

    Visuals bridge the gap.  I couldn’t say it better than Benjamin Franklin, who himself had a learning disability when he said,

    Aside from just visuals though, kids with EF dysfunction benefit from organization and time management strategies.  The following is what we currently have implemented in my home.

    Morning Routine

    The most recent example from my personal experience involved the steps to getting ready for school.  If I told Ashlynn what to do, she immediately forgot or I had to go through step by step and tell her, which is not promoting independence.  With the help of her SPED teacher, we made this visual schedule and she was successfully completing all of her steps without our help in about two weeks.

    Restroom steps

    We decided to make a visual schedule for completing bathroom steps.  Let me tell you that we have been working on remembering these for AT LEAST a year.  Last year in 2017, I sent her to Adam’s Camp and remember telling the therapists she can say all the steps but still is not consistent.  After Adam’s Camp she came home being able to sing them as well, and still, we could not get consistency.   So we made a visual schedule a little different than her morning schedule and it looked like this.

    This was NOT successful.  It probably has too many steps and it doesn’t have the nice left to right motion the morning schedule this, so I modified and made this.

     

    I’d be lying if I said this was a complete success right off the bat, but it has worked better than any other strategy to date and now that the summer has hit, we have made sure she has to go back and complete her steps every single time.

    Cleaning her room

    The next step was to tackle completing a basic chore like cleaning her room.  I can’t even begin to explain the difficulty with this.  What I do know, is that many adults with ADHD continue to struggle with disorganization into adulthood.  It behooves us now to help our kids develop strategies that are going to serve them well throughout their lives.

    The first step is to make sure everything has a place.  Classrooms are set up this way for a reason.  There is a specific space for each and every item that is used or played with in a classroom.  If not, things will inevitibely end up in a pile of clutter.  Ashlynn and I went through her room and designated certain drawers and bins for different things.  Everything has a spot.  There is a bookshelf, a lego bin, a writing utencil drawer, a baby clothes bin, you get the idea.

    I then created a visual schedule of each piece of furniture that she could check off as she went about her cleaning routine.

    I know it’s hard to read, but basically each furniture item is listed on the left, with a picture representation on the right of what it looks like done.  The picture on the bottom is a grand finale picture of what the entire room should look like clean after completing all of the steps for one last check.

    Next up was to have bigger picture velcroed to all of the furniture items so she could see as she was cleaning them what they are supposed to look like.  I know it seems redundant, but seriously if you have a child who struggles this, then you will relate when I say that a dresser with closed drawers looks fine with clothes hanging out of it to her.  Same with a picked up hamper.  I even have a picture showing what the closet should like closed and no that doesn’t mean it is closed until it hits the piles of crap.  It means actually closed and looking neat.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I have to add that these helped, but still had to be taught.  In fact, it’s still a work in progress.  Some nights, I am so frustrated and just want to pull my hair my out.  I’m only human after all.  I do though, in those times, try and decompress and remind myself this is not a *fix* but a lesson.  Ashlynn doesn’t learn like other kids and that’s okay.  I have to realize though that all of this will pay off in the long run, and when we start early kids have the best outcomes.

    Homework

    Oh man don’t we hear horror stories about homework from parents of kids with varying learning differences.  Teachers make homework sound so easy.  Ten minutes for every grade you are in, so a first grader shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes a night.

    Say….what???  That assignment just took my kid an hour….and then when we went to second grade, that so called 20 minute assignment just took upwards off and on of two HOURS?  Minutes?  What?

    Know that homework can always be modified, but there are strategies that can be put in place to help with this too. Number one is to just start with a place that is going to make them successful for learning.  If you are like me, my first baby is the one with learning differences so instead of preparing for the ultimate learning environment, we were more focused on transitioning my son from a crib to a toddler bed and spent our money on that.  Needless to say, our kitchen table became her homework place.  Yes, the place that she eats and the chair in which she sits that her feet don’t touch on the ground yet is what we thought would be the perfect location for her to sit down and do that quick assignment in 10 minutes.  I should mention too it’s a thoroughfare in my house, so my kid with ADHD was also constantly distracted by the events taking place all around her.  Can we talk about set up to fail???

    I redid her room and created a homework corner.  I bought her a new desk in which she sat at a 90 degree angle, perpendicular to the floor, and decked it out with strategies from executive functioning queen Sarah Ward from the website Cognitive Connections.

    New desk with feet on the floor

    As you can see, I have her own desk, in a corner of her own room, that is quiet and in which her feet touch the floor!

    Get ready, do, done boards

    The colored board above the desk are suggestions from the cognitive connections website.  In the yellow, we write everything we need to get ready.  It might be as simple as a pencil and it might be more complicated if doing a project.  (To modify for non-readers, you can tape or velcro pictures that you need.).

    The green stands for “doing.” These are the steps you need to do to reach the finished project.  The finished project then is the red board and reflects what the assignment looks like when it is finished.  For lower level, you can put a picture of what a completed assignment looks like, or for readers you can simply write it.  Sarah Ward also recommends to “start with the end in mind,” meaning kid with EF deficits benefit from knowing what the end is supposed to look like and then working backwards. For a more elaborate description, go see Sarah Ward talk.  She’s amazing.

    Calendar

    We have tried a few different things to help Ashlynn learn time, and I’m not just talking time management.  Ashlynn has had a lot of difficulty learning the seasons, days of the weeks, the months, and understanding the difference between yesterday, today, tomorrow, last week, next week etc.

    I decided to buy this peeling dry erase calendar at target.  It’s huge and sits right by her desk.  Every month, she helps me write the month and the days.  We then go through and write her therapy/activity schedule and color code them.  Each activity is written in a different color.  The weekends are shaded on red since she has a difficult time understanding that Saturday and Sunday are one unit (the weekend) when they are split up on a normal calendar.  We then marked an X for each day that had passed and talked about yesterday and tomorrow.  This calendar has been AMAZING.  I might be so bold as to say it almost helped her understand days of the week right away.

    Her school though also hit this hard visually and created the following corner in the SPED room just for her.

    This picture is also hard to see, but basically you see the basic calendar color coded by day in the middle.  To the left, each day of the week is color coded.  On the file cabinet on the right, the months are placed and she has to pick out the right month each day for added repetition.  The days are in the second bag, and there are tiles for the season and then arrows to talk about the concepts yesterday and tomorrow.  A normal calendar was provided as a reference to keep track of how her modified calendar related to a typical calendar.

    Timer

    Last to come is the timer I used for all of these tasks!  Time management is another HUGE skill that is difficult for those with EF deficits.

    The timer is from the autism community store here in Denver, but I’m sure you can find them on Amazon or other places.  This timer is amazing!!  The colors stand for different things similar to a stoplight.  Green means go, yellow means caution you are nearing the end, and red means you need to be done or stop NOW. What is best, is that each color is completely customizable by time.  For her morning routine, we usually set it for 3-3-3.  For homework, it might be  2-20-2.  Did I mention it also comes with sound?  So that means every color it changes to also has a sound to go with it, aka, an auditory cue.

    The impact

    I have to admit, there were times that as even I were making all of these materials and buying all these things that I wondered will this really make a difference?  Was all this work really worth it?? My answer came from Ashlynn.  As I was making these visuals, she probably thanked me more than 10 times.  She knows how she learns.  She was just waiting on me to help her.

    Laura Smith is a mom to two children, one of which who has multiple learning differences.  She is also an SLP (speech/language pathologist) specializing in CAS (Childhood Apraxia of Speech), a passion that was fueled by her daughter’s dx in 2012.  To learn more, visit slpmommyofapraxia.

     

     

  • Lessons from a bicycle: Just keep pedaling

    Lessons from a bicycle: Just keep pedaling

    Ashlynn is 8 1/2 years old.  Currently, she is riding this big girl bike, and yes, it still has training wheels; although the wheels are much smaller and looser than they have ever been.  Last year she took quite a tumble and refused to ride it, but this year she is back on it and pushing harder than ever before.

    Due to the severity of her dyspraxia, we have increased her time in private OT to 2x a week along with the OT and PT she gets in school.  The new private OT place is VERY focused on bilateral coordination, balance, strength, and sensory issues.  We noticed a difference right away in terms of her sensory issues, but we are also noticing a HUGE difference in her strength and increased endurance.

    She could TOTALLY, TOTALLY ride without training wheels, but she has a few more obstacles.  One is that different variables aside from a smooth plane throw her off.  This was true when she learned to walk too.  She could walk provided the surface was even and smooth; however, once anything changed she was falling to her knees.  This could include the slightest incline going downhill, uphill, or slant in the road.  Well, the same is true for learning to ride a bike as well.

    I should also mention, she doesn’t have typical reflexes thanks to her dyspraxia either; so where most children would at the very least put their legs down to help catch themselves, Ashlynn panics and ends up falling over.

    As I watched her tonight at the park, a wave of sadness rushed over me.  It’s so weird, these cycles of grief.  l know Ashlynn has dyspraxia.  I know it will take her longer to overcome this obstacle, and I also know she WILL overcome it.  However, I start to worry.  Am I doing enough?  Am I helping her enough?  What about those special needs bicycle camps another mom told me about.  Should I have picked that this year instead of choosing to send her back to the $3000 special needs camp she loved and adored last year?  After all, there is only so much money to go around.  Am I choosing the right thing?

    On the way home, she was gaining confidence.  Where I walked beside her on the way to the park, I was now jogging and at times running to make sure I kept up on the way home.  She was doing great with her balance.  We were riding on the sidewalk, and she would only tip over when going past a driveway where there would be a downward slant.  I would run beside her and steady the handle bars.  I started to notice though that she would stop pedaling during these times.  I encouraged her to KEEP pedaling through the hardest obstacle, which was the driveway. I realized the reason she was losing her balance wasn’t necessarily because of the driveway, or obstacle; but because she would STOP pedaling during it.

    It reminded me recently of a white water rafting trip we just took the kids on.  I joked (but was dead serious) that I only slightly panicked most of the time.  On the bus ride to the drop off, the guide was going through all of the safety precautions and I started to freak out. Truth be told, I actually go to the bank of the river and told the guide we weren’t going.  Fortunately for me and my family, he convinced me to get on the raft.  This after I explained dyspraxia and her difficulties with balance and coordination and my concerns for her safety and ability to follow directions if bumped out of the raft.

    He told me he would put me right behind her, would have straps my kids could hold onto for balance, and during the times he didn’t need me to paddle, I could hold onto her shoulder.  However, he did say that when he told us to paddle, he NEEDED us to paddle because that is what was going to ensure the best stability in the raft for getting through rapids.  I struggled with my fear.  I looked at my kids eager to go, my husband shaking his head at me disapprovingly for threatening to allow my fear to ruin the fun; but then ultimately I thought of Ashlynn and how she faces every fear head on and I knew I had to do the same and do what the guide told me to do.  I put every ounce of my being into paddling when he said to paddle and made sure I was in step with my husband’s paddle on the other side.

    During the times I didn’t have to paddle though, yes, I was holding her shoulder. 

    Not to make excuses, but I did watch this girl drown once and I still can’t re-read that post.

    Anyway, back to the bike.  At the driveways I kept yelling “keep pedaling Ashlynn.”  She stopped after awhile and told me she wanted to get off and walk her bike home.

    “No, Ashlynn.  I’m sorry.  I’m not yelling at you okay?  I’m proud of you!! I’m just telling you that to get through the hard parts you have to KEEP pedaling okay?  Remember last weekend when we went white water rafting and our guide told mommy and daddy to keep paddling during the really big rapids?”

    “Yes,” she replied hesitantly.

    “I was really scared Ashlynn.  I was so scared if I didn’t have my hand on your shoulder you would pop out but I knew to get through the rapid as smoothly as we did I had to keep paddling and not stop.”

    “Yeah?” she said.

    “Yeah baby.  So that’s all okay?  Don’t give up!!  During the hard times we have to keep paddling.  You have to keep pedaling and you won’t fall okay?”

    She looked ahead of her with grit on her face and she flexed her thigh muscles and started pedaling again.  I ran beside her all the way home.

    As I was reflecting, I remembered a moment on our camping trip we came back from yesterday.  She was sitting with her Grandma and baby cousin reading “Brown Bear” to her.  I took this video, and when she caught me she said with a big grin,

    “I want to be a teacher mama.”

    As I hugged her tonight, I told her,

    “You already are.”

  • Apraxia Walker Spotlight: My renewed faith and hope in my Shining Star by Jenny Boncich

    It goes without saying that all my babies are amazing and wonderful!  It’s true. When11694302_10207014452382957_1967691699_n I delivered my 3rd child, I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just given birth to a star!  A shining STAR!  I know, I know, every woman believes her child is a star!  But the kind of star I am talking is pretty special.  My son Mark was born with Childhood Apraxia of Speech (CAS).  CAS is a neurological motor planning disorder.  In a nutshell my son’s brain isn’t able to send the right messages to his mouth, lips, cheeks, jaw, or tongue; so he has great difficulties in executing intelligible speech.  His words are understood by only about 65% of unfamiliar listeners.  In addition to coordinating his speech, our son also has great difficulty globally with his body movements.  That means he struggles with coordinating all of his body, and that just plain SUCKS!

     

    At about two years old I noticed the beginning of Mark’s symptoms.  No babbles, not walking, etc. I turned to our pediatrician and as much as I loved that man he didn’t have a lot to offer.  A doctor is supposed to know EVERYTHING!  What the heck was I to do??  Oh yeah… GOOGLE THAT S*$%!!   I surfed the web hour upon hour upon hour.  I was in the fight or flight mode.  I needed to put on my suit of armor and begin the good fight!  In doing so, I stumbled upon CASANA.  Thank God I did!  As I began reading the family start guide I just kept nodding, “yep, that’s Mark.  Uh huh that’s Mark. Why yes….that’s my kid!!!!  I took all the information I had devoured and went back to our pediatrician with the diagnosis.  He was as humble as he could be and said, “You’re onto something here!” He even let me wear his stethoscope for a few minutes, as it was I that delivered the diagnosis (I’m just kidding). Over the next couple of months, together we started making the necessary appointments to have him professionally diagnosed by starting Speech Therapy and Occupational Therapy.

    What got me through those first few years were other parents of children with apraxia, my rock solid husband and friend, and CASANA.  It felt good to know I wasn’t alone in this journey.  There were other families out there enduring the same things. What helped me get through this were other Facebook groups. I became educated and encouraged.  It wasn’t long before my family began participating annually in CASANA’s awareness walk.  I really looked forward to CASANA’s annual Apraxia walk, as it was a time we celebrated Mark and all the hard work he done throughout the year. We walked with our family and friends and it felt GREAT!  It was Mark’s day to SHINE like the star he is.

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    However…..

    The years have continued to come and go.  My son is now 11.  We have climbed many MOUNTAINS.  We do live in Colorado so that isn’t too amazing.  However,

    I’m not talking about a 14’er.   I am talking the things most of us parents of typical children take for granted.  Crawling, walking, babbling, cooing, coloring, writing, potty training, tricycles, 2 wheeled bikes, blowing bubbles, buttoning, zippering, tying shoes, play dates, sports, and singing.  The list is literally ENDLESS!  Every single thing has been a CHORE for my child.  And I began to get really pissed off about it.  It began to sink in that this was a more severe diagnosis then that of most children. I saw many of the kids that I first met on walks beginning to resolve the issues they had with Apraxia, while my son continued to have such slow progress. It all became too much. Denial after denial from insurance companies, and then ultimately thousands and thousands of dollars in private speech therapy, battle upon battle in conference rooms during our annual IEP meetings fighting for what seemed to be so obvious in what he needed and deserved, the constant stares from strangers, one even asking, is he death?”  (Wanting to say, “No, he’s alive…oh, did you mean deaf?”)  But instead answering kindly,  “No he’s not deaf but we use sign language for expressive communication and…..blah…..blahhhh, blaaahhhh!”

    UGH! “Make it all stop!”  I would scream in my head!  It was obvious that the once very optimistic part of me gave into the GREAT APRAXIA MONSTER, and I became a very cynical, defensive and angry woman.  I actually withdrew from the people and things that once made me feel like we were not alone.  Last year, I purposely and proudly boycotted the Annual Apraxia Kids Walk.  There take that!  I am done.  I’m going to take our toys and go play somewhere else.  Very immature, I know.

    That is until I was fortunate enough to come across a very well written blog from a woman I had sat next to in one of CASANA’s conferences.  The one in Denver a couple of years back.  I remembered her because I thought how LUCKY her daughter was in having a mom who was an SLP!!  If you’re going to have an Apraxia diagnosis, how blessed to be born to a mommy who knows how to help you from the get-go!

    I began reading Laura’s blog about how she and her daughter Ashlynn got to go to a book signing.  The book was about a woman wrestler.  A BEAUTIFUL woman wrestler, Ronda Rousey, who not only wrestled in a ring with opponents, but that also once wrestled with WORDS!  The book was written about a famous person.  And this person once had APRAXIA too!  As I was reading the blog, I could literally feel the excitement and passion Laura had experienced in her meeting with someone that once had what our children are struggling with.  She overcame Apraxia, and then went on to lead a very successful life….despite her early struggles with Apraxia.

    And that’s when it happened.

    Because of this one very simple, loving, blog I began to cry. TEARS?  Yes Tears! And lots of them!  Happy ones.  Because it set in motion a familiar feeling in my stomach, like that of a roaring fire. A roar that made this mom want to start fighting the good fight again! That post not only helped me regain faith, it also restored hope in the fact that my son will someday resolve his struggles with Apraxia.

    Thanks to Laura’s enthusiasm spilling over and onto me, I am VERY proud to say, “WE ARE WALKING” in CASANA’s walk this September.  We have invited our friends and family to once again rally around our SHINING STAR and make the day all about him.  We look forward to celebrating his amazing resilience, stamina, and success.  I can’t wait to get TEAM MARK THE SHARK back on the track… in oh so many ways!

     

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  • Why we’ll never stop working

    Why we’ll never stop working

    I’ve been down lately.  Really, really down.  It pretty much started at Ashlynn’s re-evaluation meeting and went downhill from there.  For all the work she’s done, for how far she has come, for what she knows in the face of so many challenges,  it was like a slap in the face.

    It’s really not anyone’s fault.  It’s just the way it is.  I’m dealing with mixed expressive/receptive language issues now.  I knew this, I did….it’s just seeing those damn numbers.  1st percentile, .5th percentile.  Phew.  Deep breath

    There were also awesome numbers.  Articulation is in the average range.  The AVERAGE range!  That’s phenomenal.  Ashlynn is intelligible to perfect strangers in and out of context.  For someone with apraxia of speech, she beat it in 2 years with a TON of therapy, but she overcame it.

    Now we’re faced with new deficits.  Word finding, expressive language, grammar, syntax, receptive language, memory, attention, writing.

    It was overwhelming.  My husband had tears, and he’s the one who always finds the positives and the “what she can do’s.”

    Even her receptive vocabulary test came back just under the average range.  Receptive vocabulary tests have been shown to correlate with IQ tests (even though I didn’t give her an IQ test), and even though I don’t think the test was totally valid since I’m sure her attention played a factor…..

    It still made me pause.  For once I started thinking, maybe we don’t have this.  Maybe I am dealing with limitations.  Maybe I am in denial.  Maybe I’m not seeing things because I don’t want to see them.

    I would read stories and updates on other blogs and get jealous someone’s child ONLY had apraxia of speech.  CAS is no joke either, but if Ashlynn only had CAS then she would almost be over speech forever!  Sigh.  You know you’re down when you’re jealous of other kids’ disabilities.  That is wrong on so many levels.

    I looked everywhere trying to get my positivity back.  I talked to family, to friends going through this journey too, co-workers…nothing helped.  I poured over pinterest looking for inspirational memes and quotes that were going to change my negativity and squash my doubts.  I found nothing.

    I scoured the internet looking for success stories for global apraxia.  One I found was on disability now but at least happy she had made it through childhood.  That wasn’t exactly lifting my spirits.

    At the same time, I finally read a new research article on Apraxia that’s been in my pile.  The article describes kids with motor planning deficits (kids with apraxia) rely heavily on auditory feedback which was proven when they demonstrated diminished speech articulation in the presence of noise.  Gee, I thought. That’s great these kids found a compensatory strategy to make up for their motor planning deficit, but what happens when you have sensory processing disorder and possibly some receptive language issues that makes that feedback unreliable.  UGH

    But then I found it.  My inspiration was sitting right under my nose.

    I know this guy who has bipolar disorder.  When I met him he was kind of a hot mess.  He hadn’t gone to college, was partying, and constantly getting fired from his jobs.  Of course, having bipolar disorder is very difficult.  There are daily struggles in his mind I will never know.  The statistics for someone with bipolar disorder are less than impressive: 90% of marriages end in divorce when one person is Bipolar.  Less than 50% of people with bipolar take their meds, and 1 in 5 commit suicide.  Many live on disability.  Many are homeless.  This guy though, he’s been married for 10 years with no sign of stopping.  He’s loyal, faithful, hardworking, finished college AFTER his diagnosis, and stays on his medication.  Who is he?

    He’s my husband.  He’s Ashlynn’s dad.  Everything he shouldn’t be doing he’s doing.  Everything he shouldn’t be, he is.  My husband, Ashlynn’s dad, defies statistics.

    Then I started thinking, I know this other guy.  He was raised under an extremely physically abusive, alcoholic father.  His parents ultimately divorced.  He was forced to go to war and and live in actual nightmares.  What are the stats on a guy like this?  Well, since he’s the product of divorce, he’s 40% more likely to end up divorced himself.  He’s four times more likely to be an alcoholic.  As a vet, he faces a higher possibility of homelessness.  What did the future hold for this guy?

    Well, he’s my dad, father of three. Married for 45 years and happily retired.  He’s healthy and has a drink maybe once a year.  My dad, Ashlynn’s grandfather, defies statistics.

    And that’s when I started to realize.  Ashlynn comes from a long line of statistic breakers.  It’s in her blood.

    I thought of me.  Had I defied statistics?  Well, neither of my parents went to college, so it would be less likely I would receive a college degree or much less an advanced degree….yet here I am. It was highly unlikely I would have ended up at Duquesne University for an elite group of SLP’s, yet there was I was last summer.  Maybe I do defy statistics.

    My dad’s nephew years ago was on the wrong track.  He was in jail, and he didn’t know how to make a life for himself after he got out.  He was lost.  He asked my dad for advice and my dad said “keep working.  All I know is to work.”  Years later that same nephew had kept a job and was raising adopted children.  He was not in jail and will never go back.  He told my dad he always remembered his words to just keep working.

    So there it was!  Right under my nose.  We are statistic breakers.  We are hard workers, and Ashlynn is no exception. She always wants to work, do homework, practice writing, ball skills, pedaling, speech, read..you name it.  She attacks it, and I realized, I may not have success stories for her EXACT same situation, but I do have success stories for many other hard or seemingly impossible situations and she will be one too…..if we just keep our head down and

    working.

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