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There are not enough stories about what it feels like to experience of speech therapy. Such stories can provide important contexts and comparisons for those involved in therapy, clients and professionals alike. For example, the clinician, Nicki, who is featured in the story told by Margaret Hussey, was probably unaware of her impact on the lives of both Michael and Margaret–an impact that goes far beyond what might be captured in an instrument measuring clinical outcomes of her service.’<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Margaret and Michael Hussey live in Surrey, in the UK. In this essay, Margaret eloquently describes Michael’s reactions to her efforts as well as those of his clinician Nicki, as they work together to help Michael regain some of his ability to communicate, following his stroke. Especially significant are Margaret’s descriptions of how Michael assumes his own responsibility for improving his speech, memory, and writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THERAPY<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Nicky, the speech therapist, comes into our lives and, as the early spring bulbs start to flower and the winter cold decreases, her weekly visits give our lives a focus and I feel a cautious optimism. She is relaxed, encouraging and very ready to praise. When he has difficulty her sympathetic laugh helps him to smile also, and she is quick to notice when he is tired. Michael loves her and wants to give her bottles of wine every time she comes. He is highly motivated to try and perfect any \u2018homework\u2019 she has given him before her next visit so a routine develops of doing some practice together every morning after he has got up. Our days gain a sense of purpose and pattern.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In France, Michael had chosen an A4 sized, spiral bound exercise book for writing and before Nicky\u2019s first visit he practices her name. Most writing attempts at this stage are accompanied by his signature as he knows that he has got that right. \u2018Wolk\u2019 instead of \u2018work\u2019 is a mistake he still makes but I cannot decipher \u2018enstancy\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Michael's<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I write a few other words related to what we are doing, such as \u2018film\u2019 and \u2018news\u2019 and he copies these in careful columns. His inability to read or write is obviously more distressing to him than the inability to verbally communicate. He then writes freely for a page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That on how I have not yeat learned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shouch I know. Hasic does yet have eat here<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lelk all aude or us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have not yeat learn<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have not yet yourned<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will have know yet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am you the leought of all things<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this ensarce woul me some informati<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this evidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the ethausis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the absence of information being yet used to other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Things I won\u2019t to throw about right and thas to be dedone over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Knowledge of all the keouple who all one above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What supestance there I learned. What is the information that alights to be hold over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I a child I have a cholld. I know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ethnus. My eojtanc. I how van I in even evanue. My ade of all My ade cell. A<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picture. A picture. A pa picture. I paicture all whs aime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Michael's<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I will have know yet\u2019 is a yearning cry which fills me with pain. Some phrases are like torn fragments of past staff meetings and \u2018I am you the leought of all things\u2019 has a Biblical cadence. I do not understand. Is the meaning clear in his own head? His mind appears to be \u2018an isle full of noises\u2019 in which shadowy shapes of words fade in and out. One morning in bed he stretches up a hand as if to grasp something. \u201cIt..\u201d He mimes being dazzled by a light. \u201cThen..\u201d he mimes being crestfallen and shows that there is nothing in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another page is devoted to dogged practice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Michael's<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The way he veers away from the correct sound of the word is exactly what happens when I try to teach him a word aurally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSay \u2018knife\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLi..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNnnn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLi..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNnnn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMmmmm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLook at my tongue.\u201d I wave it round, put it behind my teeth and repeat,\u201dNnnn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNnnnnmmmmm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlmost!. Nnni..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell done! Now \u2018knife.\u2019 I elongate the n and the f sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLife.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlmost! Knnnnnife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKnnnni. Mmi. Li. Fi.\u201d He shakes his head with exhaustion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One morning, I leave him sleeping and am out for an hour. When I come back he is not in the house. I am terrified then find a note on the kitchen bench.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Michael's<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Hello love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If\u2019e only for one<\/p>\n\n\n\n

short quast<\/p>\n\n\n\n

only for a lik pm to<\/p>\n\n\n\n

get just a shant<\/p>\n\n\n\n

short quick sbale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Se you suo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Much love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mickael<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cold panic. I run to the lakeside and look around. No sign of him. I ring Val because I can\u2019t bear the silence and to put a stop to my imagination. She agrees that all I can do, for the moment, is wait. Twenty minutes later he walks back in, a little puffed but apparently fine. I act a warmly casual role.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave you had a lovely walk?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026\u201d He embarks on a mime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you get lost?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nods and mimes walking round and round and looking for the right path. It is two years later before he is able to explain that he had walked to the bank in Woking and had somehow managed to convey to the teller that he wished to have \u00a3400 in cash. He had then walked around to the Halifax and paid it into our mortgage account as he was worried that I might not think about it. While trying to take a short cut on the way home he found himself in streets he did not know and just kept walking until he found something familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nicky, initially, homes in on his desire to read and writes the name of a room in the house, such as the kitchen, followed by a list of words from which he must choose and write the items which should go in the kitchen. He has sheets of pictures of single objects with which he must match a written name. He practises reading and writing these words with the seriousness formerly devoted to educational policies and guidelines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pean\/ Pan\/ Pan\/Bean\/Table\/Table\/Table\/kitchen\/kitchen\/Kitchen\/oven\/oven\/Table\/Table\/Kitchen\/oven\/oven\/mikh\/Table\/Tenely\/Tenely\/Table\/Tree\/Treer\/Tree\/Flower.\/Pan\/over\/Bed\/Bed\/Bath\/Barth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Toiler\/Toiler\/Toiler\/mirrour\/mirrou\/Bathroom\/Bathroom\/Bathroom\/sink\/sink\/Bath\/Bath\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bath\/Tolet\/Toler\/Toter\/Watch\/Watch\/water\/watch\/match\/sink\/sink\/sink\/fridak\/fridge\/fridpee\/fridae\/bath\/Bath\/tree\/Tree\/Tree\/mirror\/mirror\/mirrer\/mirrek<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Comb\/comb\/write\/write\/write\/copy\/copy\/driw\/driw\/driw\/wriw\/Pinture\/pirturlel\/camb\/camb\/camb\/cumb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He prints the words very deliberately and the style of writing has not changed. I find it deeply touching to watch him put his finger on a word and say it, over and over again and it is satisfying to find that I have a necessary role in this process of learning. On his own, he would never remember the sounds of the words used in Nicky\u2019s session and, each day, we have to go over and over the names she has introduced. Words that he said easily yesterday are difficult today. All I can offer him is my experience from years of playing the piano: if you cannot get it right, practice it again. His face contorts with the effort and the journey from the beginning to the end of a word can be painfully long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMmmm..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRrr\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTuh..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRrrrr\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTuh\u2026no\u2026let me\u2026Duh..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRrrr..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAaar..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes! Rrrrrrrr\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAaarr\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoa..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPut your lips like this.\u201d I purse my lips in a little circle. \u201cPretend you\u2019re going to give me a kiss.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He finds it so hard to look at what my lips are doing and to translate it into action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoh..ow..oh..\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He starts to giggle and soon we are both laughing helplessly. Our shared mirth marks a return to intimacy. I kiss him saying \u201cMmmmmmm.\u201d When we have sobered up he suddenly finds it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoom! Room!\u201d But when I ask him to put a book in theroom where we are going to sit he doesn\u2019t know what I mean until I point to the sitting room. The connection between the words he is so anxious to be able to read and their meaning seems very tenuous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His spontaneous speech is, from time to time, throwing up new words and I am thrilled when each one arrives but completely puzzled at his inability to repeat that same word deliberately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSome wine?\u201d he asks suddenly, one evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBravo! You\u2019ve just said \u2018wine\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looks completely uncomprehending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWine,\u201d I repeat. \u201cWine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He shakes his head and cannot say it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The relentless practise of single words without a context starts to feel arid. One evening, when we are both tired and there is nothing worth watching on the television I rummage in a box of tapes that a friend has lent us. I have not tried them before this as I did not think Michael would be able to follow the meaning from the spoken voice only. I put on a recording of T.S. Eliot\u2019s \u2018The Waste Land\u2019 and Michael\u2019s face is rapturous. The words reach through and feed him. He has often taught the poems and knows them well so the meaning vibrates deeply for him without the need to follow every word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nicky writes a grid of letters for him to practise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P   P    P    P   P<\/p>\n\n\n\n

B   B   B   B   B<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P   B    P   B   P<\/p>\n\n\n\n

t    t     t      t    t<\/p>\n\n\n\n

d   d    d    d   d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

t    d    t     d    t<\/p>\n\n\n\n

k    g    k    g   k<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She talks to him of front sounds, middle sounds and sounds at the back of his mouth, trying to cross the barrier he has about making sounds deliberately. When we practise he pants with the effort and, after half an hour, can go to bed and be asleep in minutes. He does not understand \u2018front,\u2019 \u2018middle\u2019 and \u2018back.\u2019 I resort to cruder methods. For \u2018g\u2019 I put my finger down his throat to touch the place where the sound is made. I put my lips on his and we do a gentle \u2018p\u2019 then an explosive \u2018b.\u2019 We spend ages looking in the mirror at what our mouths are doing when we make a sound. I say \u2018look\u2019 and make the sound but his eyes have flickered away at the relevant moment. All the will power is there to learn but his attention span is very short. At the end of a week of intensive practice he can look at each letter singly and, with some false starts, manage to say it but saying \u2018p\u2019 and \u2018b\u2019, \u2018t\u2019 and \u2018d\u2019 or \u2018k\u2019 and \u2018g\u2019 consecutively is just too hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I search in the public library for a children\u2019s book that he might be able to tackle and find a little book for teachers to read to very young children on \u2018Bullying.\u2019 Michael had been involved in a European Union initiative of producing materials for teachers to use when dealing with this problem. Perhaps his interest in the subject will help him to accept a book obviously destined for children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is such hard work. It is so difficult for him to say the word \u2018bully\u2019 which, at best, comes out as \u2018Bowllllahee\u2019 and it takes us over an hour to work our way down one page containing a dozen words. I am astounded by his desire to master the task and excited as his progress is evident. He copies some sentences into his writing book, still carefully printing the words rather than using handwriting. \u2018When my sister takes my toys and breaks them, I feel bullied.\u2019 He then practises individual words, often with slight mispronunciation, and he looks puzzled until, suddenly, the right sound comes and, like a string player or a singer finding the centre of the note, he usually recognises when it is right. \u2018Susster. Susster. Susster? Saster\u2026soss\u2026susst\u2026si..sister..yes, sister.\u2019 Sometimes I intervene and say it for him, but that is often not the right thing to do when he is almost there. \u2018Ssh..let me.\u2019 My intervention can ruin his concentration and he loses the word. At other times he cannot get it, with or without my help and, sometimes, his face crumples and the tears pour down his cheeks. I cry with him. I tell him how brave I think he is and what progress he is making. I repeat the praise Nicky has given him and how our close friends see differences every time they see him. It is no use. \u201cStupid,\u201d he sobs. \u201cUss\u2026ussse..lo… Useless. Less. Less.\u201d <\/em>He lashes himself with each syllable. <\/em>These are both new words, but not words I want to hear. I hold him until he is quiet and, on one occasion, venture a little further than just giving comfort. I do not want to fracture the fragile confidence that is developing but I suspect that he is battling with his expectation that language might return very quickly. \u201cMichael, no one says it is going to be easy.\u201d I rub the side of his head. \u201cThe stroke has taken away your language. But you have a clever brain and it can relearn language. It is very hard work.\u201d I know he is hearing the gist of what I am trying to say. \u201cYou know what it is like for things to be tough. When you were a child at Driefontein life was hard.\u201d I can feel his body react to the word \u2018Driefontein\u2019 and he looks up into my face. \u201cBut you knew that education was the way forward and you worked to make your life better. Now life\u2019s tough again. But you will<\/em> win. You are<\/em> winning just as you did before. Don\u2019t give up now.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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