In December 2015, at part of the progression of whatever is going on in my brain, I developed Aphasia. Aphasia is where your thoughts that you want to express and your mouth no longer connect. It affects both my speech and my writing. Stress can make it much, much worse, to the point that I cannot get my mouth to form any more than the first sound of the first word. It was frightening and disheartening. But, you know me, I just can’t accept my limitations that easily…so I stay fighting and combatting it with all I have in me. Aphasia, ain’t nobody got time for that! So part of my recovery is simply my I will not give up attitude.
I went to speech therapy and learned some interesting tricks to get some words I had lost back. I worked super hard at this.
I took a long time off from talking to pretty much anyone.
I got away from focusing on dementia and Alzheimer’s.
I spent time in nature.
Inch by inch I started re-wiring my brain to find new ways to get my mouth and fingers to move in ways I wanted and needed them to.
Now, under stress and if I have talked a lot, you can tell I have something wrong with my speech…like I will miss some words here and there (although I can usually re-say what I was trying to say. But mostly, I can carry on a conversation and you’d never have known how bad I once was.
Persistence, persistence, persistence…it pays off.
I had a chance see a video of me when I was fairly affected by Aphasia…and I am amazed at how far I have come.
Counting my blessings this day.