Hello, my name is Anne Abbott and this is my communication assistant Sarah. Sarah will read a speech I wrote beforehand, and then I will answer any question you may have.
When people ask me what the most difficult thing about my disability is, I always answer quickly and without doubt. "Not being able to talk," I tell them. "That's the most frustrating thing I have to deal with in regards to my disability."
Even as a child, I was a social, outgoing person, I always wanted to interact with people, to connect with them, to share with them. I wanted desperately to communicate with my family and friends. Before I learned how to read, I used hand gestures to try to convey to them what I wanted or how I felt. It was like playing charades 24 hours a day, and this form of communication was, to say the least, very unsatisfying.
When I learned how to read at the age of seven, one of my teachers had the bright idea of giving me a "speech card", which was a piece of cardboard with the alphabet written on it, so that I could point to letters and spell out words and sentences.
This type of communication was definitely an improvement, and I took to it like a duck to water! Admittedly, there were a few drawbacks to this method, though. For one thing, I wanted to use big, important words like my older brother and parents did, but I often misspelled them. Needless to say, by trial and error, I became a good speller in spite of myself.
It was strangers with whom I had the most trouble communicating. Whenever I'd go into a store at the mall, a sales person would usually come up to me and ask what I wanted, could they help me in any way? When I signaled to them that I wanted to spell out words on my speech card, they would give me blank stares or call another sales person over to help them figure me out. As if they thought I was hearing impaired or not quite right in the mind, they would then discuss between themselves how terrible it was that I was alone, that nobody was with me to take care of me. Was I lost? What was wrong with me? Feeling rather frustrated and humiliated by this, I would usually end up by giving up and leaving the store.
As a young woman, I yearned to be more independent. I wanted to do my own banking, to purchase food and clothing by myself, to be able to travel on Wheel Trans on my own. I just wanted a chance to lead a "normal" life like everybody else.
To be able to do this, I felt, I needed a different method of communication. I had seen Stephen Hawking on tv demonstrating how he communicated with his speech synthesizer, and I longed to find a way to get one for myself.
A year later, the Bloorview MacMillan Rehab Centre contacted me and told me that they had lifted their age limit from their program, was I still interested in getting a speech synthesizer for myself? I gave them an emphatic "YES!"
Since then, I've had six different types of speech synthesizers, including three laptop computers, all of which gave me great independence. Finally, I was able to get my own apartment, do my own banking; and go out shopping for things I needed. In fact, when I got married 18 years ago, I used my speech synthesizer to say my own vows.
Unfortunately, there are many drawbacks to owning a speech synthesizer. Like everything mechanical these days, they seem to like to malfunction at the damnedest times! About 15 years ago, at a conference in London, Ontario, I had programmed a speech into my speech synthesizer and just before it was my turn to speak, my speech synthesizer decided to die on me. I, of course, had to ask someone to read my speech for me instead.
Another problem with speech synthesizers is that some of them don't pronounce words very clearly. For instance, there was one, where, if I spelled “buses” the correct way it would pronounce it "boosus". If I misspelled it on purpose by adding another "s" -- "b-u-s-s-e-s" -- it would pronounces it correctly. Sometimes, however, even creative spelling doesn't work. I used to spell the word "loonies" every way I can think of and it still sounded strange to me.
I must admit that of all of the speech synthesizers I’ve had throughout the years, laptop computers included, I really prefer using my speech card when I'm communicating with the people I know best: my family and close friends. I've heard that a lot of non-verbal people like myself feel this way. Using a speech synthesizer takes a lot of energy and I think most people who use these machines get worn out quickly, just as I do. On the other hand, using a speech card to communicate takes less time and energy because the person you're talking to know you so well they almost read your mind.
I guess the best and simplest form of communication would be to actually be able to verbalize for myself. Since no one has figured out how to make this possible yet, I'll just have to use the tools at hand, imperfect though they may be, until something better comes along.
After the speech and question period were both over, Sarah and I headed across the street to Tim Hotons. There, we smiled and chuckled at some of the things that had occurred within the classroom.
The teacher had told the students that I had been interviewed by the CBC Radio One's Sook-Yin Lee on the subject of body image. I elaborated and told them that I had said during the interview that in my opinion it was important for everybody to love and treasure their own bodies because it would be the only one they'd ever have. I added that if anybody put their body image down, they should tell that person to "go to hell!" And then I smiled and said I had used stronger language in the interview.
Sarah said that she thought I had made an impression on the students. With my golden flared raver pants, my golden crushed velvet tank top that showed off my magnificent tatts, I looked, according to Sarah, like "a real bad ass!" This made me happy because if the students were able to pick up on the unique ways of how I talk and dress, it means they can see me as a person, an individual, not just a person who's non-verbal.. I hope that when they graduate and become speech pathologists to remember to see people they meet not only as clients but as individuals as well.
what a lucky class of budding pathological speakers!
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