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Communication Is A Two-Way Street

I dream of a day that other's take the time to understand Apraxia. While kids diagnosed fight to be understood by others. They take their time, energy, and effort into being understood-other's get the luxury of dismissing this opportunity to understand Apraxia and someone different than themselves. They don't need to take time out of their day to understand Apraxia nor to understand the person talking.

They have the luxury of ignorance.

Rather than asking, "Why" or asking, "What is this speech disorder?"

These 'others' have the luxury of simply stating, "They speak like a baby" and calling it a day. Or even labeling children as "dumb" and moving on.

I thought as a kid, that I had to fight to find my words so everyone can understand me.

To an extent I did; through speech therapy and practice, I, like most Apraxia children, work to be understood. That's what we are taught: practice your pronunciation so others can understan…
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Somethings Can Never Be Resolved

"Why does everyone have a good voice, and I get stuck with this one..."
This question, running through my brain in Elementary School, Middle School, speech therapy sessions, and even today seeing other kids my age with "resolved Apraxia." Worst of all this question of, "Why do I have my accent?" never has a completely adequate answer.
Even as a kid, it was something along the lines of, "God gives us all gifts and things we need to work on." 
So, my voice isn't a gift? It's something I still need to work on? My voice is a curse-I'd think to myself.
I was a cute kid, pretty long hair, and I wasn't the most intelligent but I worked hard-then I'd open my mouth and be damned with chuckles, bullies, and rejected crushes.
I hated my voice. I wished sometimes that I was mute. But I loved talking and singing too much, and yelling. I couldn't be mute, I was stuck with my damning voice. 
I got older, having to admit that perhaps I&…

Learning A New Language

In the State of California, High School Students had to take 3 years of a foreign language or preferably 4 years.

Now this Foreign Language requirement, especially with an Apraxia Journey, has mixed reactions. Parents usually freak out because how in the world can their kid learn a different language if it took years of therapy, practice, and work just to speak English.

Whereas the kids themselves have a variety of reactions: Some students need to take speech therapy to learn a different language, some just struggle at languages given how their brain works (I'm the same way with Math!), and some even excel.

Point blank: There's not a single journey that's the same as the other.

I'm often asked about how I learned a foreign language given my speech disorder background, hence this post. I feel quasi-odd describing this, just because how do you describe "how" you learned something. You just ,well, learn it with tutoring, studying, practice, etc.

My foreign langu…

Dear Parents

Dear Parents,

Look I get it-there is no perfect way to parent. I don't need a kid to know the realities that raising a child, or children, doesn't come with a guidebook of the perfect parenting strategy. There also isn't a perfect solution to raising a kid with Apraxia-if there was, I'm sure it would be a rather popular work of literature.

My parents are sometimes asked how they raised me, how in the world they raised me with Apraxia to be as confident as I am. This question was asked at the conference, in messages, etc. Now, this is not intended to praise myself, but it's a testament to my parent's strategies in raising me. My dad always stood by the idea that, "Parents don't only raise children, they are raising future adults."

This philosophy fueled their decision making and provided me a childhood that any child, Apraxia or not, is deserving of.

My parents knew when I was young that I did not need any further help in being different or standin…

School Survival

Back to school time: new clothes, school supplies, and hopefully a child's excitement to meet new friends.

But, for kids with Apraxia? Now back to school can mark a whole slew of different issues.

Nervousness, anxiety and even stress for both parents and children alike.

Recently, Laura the blogger on SLP Mommy of Apraxia reached out to me and shared the struggles of a 2nd grader in Colorado with Apraxia. Frankly, this young girl and I have a lot in common. She struggles with the middle and final /r/ sound, tries to make friends but is irritated when others ask about her 'accent,' and the bigger issue that no one knows what Apraxia is at her age.

I'd love to share her name, but I also want to respect her privacy on the internet for obvious reasons. It's just this second grader is going through the same exact journey I went through in Elementary School. The anxiety, the frustration, and it simply amazes me that even despite all the progress we've made in Apraxia …

Awkward Wedding Conversation

Look, as you guys clearly know, I have a funny accent and I've also had my fair share of awkward conversations. It's just bound to happen.

But this, this was a first for me and frankly I cannot help but to share. It is too funny not to!

I attended one of my college friend's wedding this past weekend and there was a beautiful diverse pool of guests just celebrating their union-I loved it! Plus the beautiful venue by the beach and seeing old friends was also lovely!

What else was very clear from the wedding was the bride, Sarena, and the groom, Joseph, successfully united various people from all different walks of life and cultures. There definitely was a strong cultural fusion; it was bound to happen. Sarena is from Los Angeles, a city known for it's diversity, and Joseph was from England, with family members flying for the special day.

There were accents everywhere! You had people with "American accents," speaking Chinese, I even noted some Spanish here and t…

Got Those Speech Therapy Blues

Recently I've had a few people ask me about my feelings towards speech therapy.

I can't just pinpoint it onto one specific emotion though.

My feelings towards speech therapy changed over time. My feelings were dynamic, as anyone's would be after 12-13 years of attending speech therapy.

In Elementary School, in the early days in particular, I enjoyed attending speech therapy. I was dismissed from class, which I thought was cool, to go play games with an old lady named Ms. Weinstein and sometimes I'd get a prize at the end.

All I had to do was say a few words, she'd correct me, but I got to play games and win little prizes. What kid wouldn't like that, right?

Even after school, I'd go to CSUN and privately meet with a speech pathologist, where it was the same thing. We'd play a game, I'd say words, and get a high-five or maybe candy afterwards.

In 4th or 3rd grade, my feelings started to change. The change in emotions was due to realizing that I spoke…