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 t