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Growing
up with Apraxia When I was a kid I never knew I had Apraxia. What I did know is that I had a speech problem and learning disabilities. Growing Up for Me wasn't any fun. Every day I was being tease and made fun of. I never talk much because of this; never join any sport or group. Yes, I still had friend, which I knew growing up with. I stared Preschool when I was Three or Fore years old. This is when I stared my speech therapy. I don't remember much of my childhood. I shut down. I was always in fear of being mad fun. Every time I talk I herd myself saying it right, but the other kid hear me saying it wrong. I was never good as the other kids and I triad so hard. I remember walking home from school crying. The other kids always teas me. I ask myself why I was defended, what I did to get this. I hated school for this. Every day I knew what was going to happen at school, “yes another day of being tease,” I said to myself. You know what I did, I was better than every one else, “why” I never once teas or man fun of the kid who was teasing me. So for that I never talk. I knew one day, I would change. I was never good at Math, Reading and Spelling. Sports never even tried. Yes, I was good playing with a coup of friend, But never good enough to join. School wasn't the best for me. When school was out, I had a good life. Played with my friend, had a fun time. I also spend a lot of time alone. Even with my friend I still was different. In a letter dating back 10/92 I was in the 4th Grade. It Say I had been in Speech Therapy since I was 3yr old. Here is when I was diagnosis with severe Apraxia, both verbal and nonverbal. I had poor oral motor control and awareness, fast rate of speech. At this time I had received 30 to 60 minutes of speech therapy. I was never told I had Apraxia. I found out when I was 15yr old, but back to grade school. Around the 4th and 5th grade it got a litter better, yes I was still get teas every day, You get used to it. 6th grade me and my young brother be gain to separate. He stared playing sports and handing out with then. I was happy for him even stay and watch him prates football with his other team mate. When some of the other kid stared teasing me I would leave, Tell one day I stop coming to him prates. My brother also stared teasing me. In East Middle School. This is where it got bad, I was 13yr old. Here is where I was teas all day long, and when I finally “blew up,” but I tell you about that later. Everywhere I want someone always calling me name. Like “Zez-woo” what I said for zero. And many more names soon came after that. Again I want home crying everyday that year. No one knew I had been crying when I was walking home. Now I was readily on my own. I couldn't get away from it. From the time I wake up and tell the time I got out of school I was being teas, even in the class room. Yes, at fist I told my teacher, there just told me to ignore it. You after 6yr you would think you could eknoor it, and yes you can. But do you know what it dose to you. I know I’m doing to tell you. It like a blakhole. always getting bigger and bigger. You don’t know what going on you just disappear. You stop exlisten. You stop caring. I want to school. I never talk and never listen to anyone. It helps hoping tomorrow will be a better day. I did this every day I want to school. Then I blew up. Didn't care who it was. It could have been anything. Someone who teas me often. I would get in fight and most of the time loses. I did this often, and then I told myself “why I'm doing this, is not me.” I slip into mine owe little world, where no one can go. Blocking everything out, keeping what little life I had in me. The feeling I had and was going. No one could ever felt the way I did. I was I afraid I was doing hurt myself or someone else, it was that bad. No one care. This is why I have made this world my mine. It was a peace for place that I only knew about. I would slip into my world for day at a time. I still want to class but I wasn't there. This might have slave my life and many other if I had made this place I cloud go anytime. I never told any about this. I never knew what it was, or even if I was nuts or something. Well, my life did get better and I tell you about that know.
My life i lived left me to be the beter man that i'm today. Still I have this fear of talking when I in puilci. I would call it just that, It just I spead so much time not talking I don't know what to say. My figth counitoin tell I have defese this speech porblem cll Apraxia. This greingther begain Now. I ocen again Look to better my speech oline. I found this site call Cherab Foundation's, So I contack Lisa Geng (one of the person who worte the book The Later Talker). She replay to my E-mail and had ask me to post a letter on growing up with Apraxia. So I posted my letter on the Latetalker and apraxianet. The next moring Lisa had call me at home to tell me the good news. She will love to help me. My resone to me letter was ovewelly and touch the herat of many whao had child with a speech porblem. I gave them an inseit on what there child me be going thourh. This is why I build this site, this siter is not olny for adult and teen with apraxia or any speech disoreder, but for the parnet who have a child with the disorede. To help you and many other, to find help Like I did. I hope this site will hekp you. I know it took me fover to find any infromatiom on Apraxia. I wold like to Thank all the pople who are help me to difese my speech dioreder once in for all. Thank you Lisa for fining an SLP in my area that know about Apraxia. I will keep you posted on my porgess thore this website. I hope for that one day where the information of apraxia is easy to find. With you help I can make that posiable. Add you favore links to this page and let toghet make Apraxia easy to fine.
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