I struggle with verbal communication. For those who’ve personally crossed paths with me, especially in recent years, that much is obvious. Talking ever since my accident has rarely been a simple thing for me to do. Or for others to easily understand. And both have been getting harder as time has progressed. But such is life: work with what you have.
But what happens when you can’t? Or, better still, when you’re no longer able to comfortably adapt? I’ve been grappling with these questions as of late. And to bluntly answer, there wasn’t a lot that could be done.
Now, it’s not my intent to be an alarmist. I’m fine, and I’ll be better going forward. But I’ve recently come to realize that, for certain parts of my situation, I didn’t have many options for helping myself. And everything was exacerbated by the fact that my understanding of the root cause for my decreasing ability to speak was essentially non-existent. I needed help. Read “The hardest lessons earned” in its entirety