Because of my head injury I sometimes have an awful time with words. Sometimes I am reading English, but it might as well be classical Greek. Sometimes its the wrong word or a word that isn’t even close. My poor kids have learned that when I ask for something, for example a spoon, it is usually a good idea to grab several other things as well, in case I was using the wrong word and it wasn’t really a spoon that I wanted. Sometimes, I can’t even find any word, and come to a dead stop mid sentence. other times I will stutter, stumble, do a Porky Pig impersonation or start a sentence right in the middle, because that is the part I remember. I have written some really interesting “free Election” reflection papers, and once wrote an Aardvark plan instead of an action plan. It changed my Curriculum assingment to something so strange that I can’t even remember what it was. I only remember that my instructor pointed out that computers have spell checks. Actually, that doesn’t always help. If I spell the wrong word correctly, it won’t help me.
Here are some of my stranger Aphasic moments.
“That’s a cute Zebra, Davi.” “Mama, it a tiger. and I’m Isaac.”
Discussing our families on the first day of class at city college. (I think I really confuzzled that particular teacher for the entire semester.) “I have 6 spoons” I meant kids. Teacher, “huh” Me, “ummm you know, the like,the,uh things people have in their families.” Teacher “You mean children? ” Me: “Yeah”
On a call to my partner. “All 6 cars slept with me because of the storms.” Ry. “wasn’t it crowded, with 6 cars? where did the kids sleep?” =P
For some reason I seem to like the words spoon and Aardvark, but have a dreadful time with children, child, or kids. Interesting, since I work in with infants and toddlers!