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They had to use tie downs on me. Momma said that would not work. They have not yet been able to tie me down. They would get one arm tied down and begin working on the second arm as I took my mouth and untied my first hand...LOL :-)
I showed them...LOL
Until then, I had not regained my ability to speak. I was able to understand and follow their instructions. That is when they began to teach me how to write. At first I would print one letter on top of the first letter. Momma had to watch me write each letter in order to read what I said. Eventually I began writing long ways down the page. I was given an alphabet board. I really felt like a broken man. I had still not said a word. I still could not write correctly. Momma knew what I meant, but no one else did.
Oh God!; that was awfully frustrating for me.
One day in August I was in a therapy session. I asked, "Momma where am I? What is wrong with all these people?". Those were the first words that I had spoken since before the accident took place.
That is when all the fun began...LOL :-)
I was given a speech therapist, An occupational therapist, A physical therapist, and a music therapist. I learned how to write and express my feelings on paper with the speech therapist. My occupational therapist taught me how to work with others and to use various skills. My physical therapist tried to teach me to balance myself when sitting or standing. My music therapist worked with me a little to help me incorporate all those skills because I had played music in college.
Not being able to speak or write for so long, living inside a world completely my own, and desperately seeking release was terribly hard to live with. I felt just like a little brown spot on the wall that everyone noticed and saw. Every time they looked at me, I felt Like I should be swept away or wiped off the wall.
Music and the efforts of my music therapist seemed to be the key to help me open up. So many things in my life had been shut down. We even wrote a song of sorts. I have got four poems that the therapists helped me write.
the story continues here
