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Jo Murphey The Murphey Saga |
For me post stroke it was an imperative that I form words correctly even if the sound wasn't right. My husband is deaf and reads lips. It was going to be the only way we could communicate short of our own limited version of sign language.
With my stroke came aphasia. I had extreme difficulty forming and saying words. In fact I couldn't vocalize anything except for guttural sounds.

I spent hours in my hospital bed, with the speech therapists, and a mirror forming letters before I came home. I practiced in front of that little mirror every chance I got. Granted mine was a unique situation. I had to make myself understood one way or other. In the hospital, there was one nurse who understood sign language which helped immensely. While I am well versed in signing, my husband never learned. I was thankful that I remembered how to sign for basic needs because my facial expressions were still in the relearning stage.
Still coming home and communicating with my lip reading husband wasn't easy. There was a lot of trials, errors, and repeating that went on the first month home. He had to learn my new mouth movements. Now after over eighteen months of being home, we've reached a happy medium of communicating. About 90% understandable speech. I still have to repeat myself which gets aggravating, but at least we are working through my aphasia and his deafness.
Accents, the way people speak, the formation of words can look differently to a person who reads lips. It all depends on what you've been accustomed to. For my husband, I will test whoever is going to talk to him that day with twenty words, repeating them after me so my husband can get acclimated to the way they speak. After that it's up to them to pronounce their words so he can understand them. If he doesn't understand he will look to me and I will either a repeat or further make him understand. With the revolving door of aides and nurses with hospice, this is a challenge. I always try to be present when a new one comes in for the first couple visits. So if you think reading lips is easy, think again. By the same token when I am struggling with a word he will supply it.

I remember my then six-month old grandson emulating me as I sat in my wheelchair in the hospital. Today he speaks loud and clear with a vocabulary of a 4-year old at 2 years old. Forming sounds with your lips is half the battle in communicating. Me, I speak well enough to make myself understood. There are lags in my sentences as I struggle to find words and think how to pronounce them, but not as much as a year ago. I'm healing and relearning to communicate each and every day. The aphasia is easing its grip on me as time passes and I realize how lucky I am. But if it had not been an imperative that I formed words for my lip reading husband who knows if I'd had recovered so fast. I'll take that blessing.
Nothing is impossible with determination.
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