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May 2012

The boot of my car

So, as I approach the end of an insanely busy and varied week, I come to think about the boot of my car. When things are getting particularly desperate back there, it’s just about all I can do to find one more empty canvas bag from Tesco or ASDA, and sort through the toys for what I will need in the next session.

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Speech sound resources are mixed up with bubbles, stacking toys, balloons and spinning light-up fans. Assessments lurk in the bottoms of bags of toy foods. Teddies and their nemeses -crocodile puppets and toy snakes, brawl in dark corners. Glittery balls would be rolling around in a distracting manner, if only there were space for them to do so. Tumbling men, ladder clowns, and tree dwelling monkeys will be lodging for another night, in, or possibly out of, one bag or other. It’s all back there somewhere!

Somehow, tomorrow I need to make sense of this, as I will empty out my boot to make way for my stuff (mostly washing) to transport halfway across the country, to my other half of my life. If this all sounds rather depressing and toilsome, then you’re right. Four years of this has quite frankly turned me into a distracted soul. I’m still waiting for that formal job offer!

Still full time NHS

It’s a bad place to start, with an admission, but I may as well go ahead and admit that, I don’t have a business plan, but I have sent off for 250 business cards. I know this isn’t all that wise, but what can I say? They were cheap!

I’ve had a busy day in my NHS job today, discharged three children (two of whom had speech difficulties which have resolved, and one who spoke very freely with me and who just needs the right kind of encouragement to interact more in his nursery).

I’ve gone round an autistic child’s house, taking photos of objects that his family will use with him in picture exchange, and done the same at his nursery, and carried out two separate sessions with him in both of these settings.

I’ve also seen a seven year old girl who amused me with some rather scatological play ideas. She has a rather unusual interaction style and a real difficulty paying attention in the classroom and forming friendships. I will talk to her mother tomorrow to see what her experience is of the girl at home. It might be appropriate for us to follow up a diagnosis of ASD.

Finally, well after the day should have ended, I went to see a parent of a child on my caseload who is going through an extremely difficult time. She doesn’t have much of what we rather euphemistically call a ‘support network’ around her, so I tried to point her towards some services which I thought could help. I spoke to our vulnerable adult safeguarding manager before doing this.

Then, rather tragically, I came home and tried to do some work on an assessment and therapy tool I’m trying to develop. I won’t go into it now, but it involves the book ‘Papertoy Monsters’, folding, glueing, and lots of talk of ‘ad-hoc category formation’.

So there’s my ‘day in the life of an SLT’.