Hand writing - a dying art.

For those of you who read my blog regularly, you will know that I have hemiparesis on my left side. In the past 10 months, I have worked really hard at building my strength back into my left side and compensating with my right side so that it is not noticeable.

In so many ways now, it is not noticeable. My gross motor skills and strength are excellent. I am possibly the best in my job (and most humble!) at manual handling skills - and by manual handling, I am referring to human beings. Some of the boys are a bit better than me, but for quite a short girl with a slightly weird walk - I am pretty good and I own those skills. I always passed driving requirements, medically speaking.

With my fine motor skills, I am still working on them. I think I am dropping things less than I did. My arm prefers to be bent and my wrist dropped. This is still true, but it is less so than it was. I am working on putting on make up. I am doing this for two reasons.
1) Fine Motor Skills: it's an excellent way to practice my fine motor skills - and just to clarify, I am naturally left handed
2) Self-Esteem. I am not saying you need make up to look and feel good, but in my case I definitely had gotten into a bit of a rut with taking care of myself and this is an exercise that is helping - slowly but surely.

I am also doing activities like straightening my hair - but I am still doing that right handed for the moment, or getting help with them. Slowly but surely.

I had my 21st birthday the other week, and I had a party. It was fun - a clash of different parts of my life, and it was rather a strange and honouring experience. For those who saw on Facebook, I ended up wearing the sparkly silver flats over the jelly shoes - it was a good compromise that my mum and I came to.

Three Best Friends 

"Other Family" - Charmaine's Family. I had done my own make up but had needed help with my hair.

And I was showered with very generous gifts! It was overwhelming and now I am writing thank you notes to everyone for their kindness and for their attendance.

Secret fact about me: I actually have beautiful hand-writing. It isn't well known. Grandmama and Mama keep looking at shock at how neat my hand-writing is. It is taking me a very, very long time to do. It is very difficult to get them to be so neat. I can only two notes before having to take a break. I find it does not only strain my left hand, but my right hand clenches as well.

But - it's such a sense of achievement for me. I can type a blog post in the space of five minutes, but these 20 or so notes will probably take me a week.

And I am going to do it! Just watch me!

Charmaine Wants Tea, Please

The other night, I was over at Charmaine’s house. For those who don’t know who Charmaine is, I highly recommend you read this post before you continue. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you until you get back...

Excellent, now that you’re all caught up we can continue.

The other night, I was over at Charmaine’s house. Her mum and her dad were there too, oh and for anyone who is wondering the chihuahua puppies have been born! 

That is one of the puppies in my hand. For a frame of reference, I can pick up the mama dog easily with one hand.

Sam, Charmaine’s oldest sister and Maria, one of the “acquired German daughters” (Charmaine’s live-in carer and OT for the year) had gone out for the night. It was quite pleasant a night. The four of us were relaxing with the television on. Dad was very tired after a long day at work, Mama was working on the computer, and my mind was elsewhere thinking about my German exam at university the next day while mindlessly stroking one of the dogs.

Then something very important happened.

I don’t even know how this happened. Charmaine and I weren't actively practicing any sign language or doing speech therapy. She wanted something, I could tell that much. She was asking her dad for a mobile phone and I knew that's what she meant, but given what she was signing, she could've been asking to phone someone.  So I turned to her and asked, using speech and sign: “Do you want one?”

She picked up on my signs and started to respond with signing for “I want”

But… suddenly we heard from her, clearly speaking: “I want”.

What was that?

Charmaine has a limited verbal vocabulary. She understands the world around her very well, and also knows what she would like to say very well but is afflicted with aphasia and apraxia of speech. Some of her words, with therapy and practice include: Charmaine, Mama, Papa, Sam, Maria, Lala (what she called her previous carer: to be fair, Claudia is a lot of phonemes), Tea, Fish, Shower, Thank You, Sorry, Oops! and a few others including my name. She also can say “How are you?” or if asked how she is she can respond with, “Fine, how are you?”. She also can say “I love you”. Her two most recent words are: why and awesome.

But suddenly, while signing, the speaking just tumbled out “I want”.

We were all silent and then Dad said: “Say it again, Charmaine”. There was almost a sense of disbelief. You could feel the anticipation hanging in the atmosphere.

“I want”

Well there was no disbelief then.
The cheers were immense; the celebration was huge.

“Charmaine say, “I want tea please” her Dad prompted

Without hesitation and clearly, Charmaine said it.
We filmed it. There was squealing. It feels like a piece of the puzzle has been put in and it has fit smoothly.
I messaged my own mother with the good news, my teacher from special school and my four closest friends. All of them appreciated this immense achievement and sent back messages ranging from "that's fantastic, Charmaine!" to "f***ing PHENOMENAL!!!!!"

Later that night, Charmaine actually wanted tea and she simply said as she always does “tea”, but after a quick reminder to say a sentence it happened again:

“I want tea, please”

It is a thrill to hear her speak.

And then she looked at me and said my name, and with a little bit of help said "want tea please", and I am never going to say no to tea!

That night, she could’ve had twenty cups of tea and nobody would’ve objected.

We talk about inchstones and we talk about milestones. This was a milestone.

Please, grab some tea and celebrate with Charmaine and me! Celebrate your own, your friend's or your children's milestones and inchstones with us! 

Charmaine and She Types Things: Charmaine, very proud of herself and Me, very, very proud of her.