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Finding My Voice with Aphasia: Walking Through Aphasia
Finding My Voice with Aphasia: Walking Through Aphasia
Finding My Voice with Aphasia: Walking Through Aphasia
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Finding My Voice with Aphasia: Walking Through Aphasia

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On June 9, 2009, Carol M. Maloney, a veteran teacher, experienced a transient ischemic attack in the left hemisphere of her brain. She helplessly observed her mind deteriorate to the point where she could not speak, walk, read, identify household objects, or recall her family. Maloney traveled between the worlds of the surreal and the logical. The stroke resulted in aphasia, the loss of communication and other functions of her left hemisphere.

After eighteen months of rehabilitation, she was finally able to communicate with others by using her hand as a metronome. The frustration of having the words and sentences formed in her mind but being unable to share them caused frustration and depression. Her verbal abilities suffered, along with her reading and comprehension skills. Even so, hard work, strong will, and persistence has allowed her to reach out to other teachers to offer new insight into the minds of her beloved special-education and reading-disabled students.

In this, her story, Maloney turns her experience into a unique opportunity to gain an understanding of her students difficulties and to share that knowledge with other teachers.

Ms. Carol Maloney has written a compelling story that chronicles her amazing life before, during, and after her devastating stroke. She writes with frankness that touches ones heart. Her story will lend encouragement to those who have suffered a stroke as well as offer strategies to those who have a loved one recovering from one. Carol Maloney developed aphasia after her stroke. I am happy to say that she has survived and conquered both the devastation of her stroke and her aphasia. I know this first hand: she conducts amazing PowerPoint presentations to my graduate class at Rivier University each semester. She is an inspiration to all who want to improve themselves. In this book, Carol clearly describes the strategies that she used to help her become the functioning writer and speaker that she is today.

J. Diane Connell, Ed.D.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateMay 10, 2013
ISBN9781475986709
Finding My Voice with Aphasia: Walking Through Aphasia
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Carol M. Maloney

Carol M. Maloney is a Gilder Lehrman Institute for American History alumni and attended Columbia University in New York, in 2003. She has a Master’s degree in education and a Certificate in Advanced Graduate Studies in adolescent literacy and learning. She currently lives in Massachusetts.

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    Finding My Voice with Aphasia - Carol M. Maloney

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    Contents

    PART ONE       LIFE BEFORE MY STROKE

    PART TWO       THE STROKE

    PART THREE       LIFE AFTER MY STROKE

    LIFESAVING SIGNS OF A STROKE

    RESOURCES

    To my late mother and my Dad.

    Thank you for being there for me and helping me through my stroke and for your continuing encouragement with my aphasia.

    My first kiss and the flowerbed.

    Your first puppy love is wonderful and never forgotten.

    Thanks, Billy

    PART ONE

    LIFE BEFORE MY STROKE

    Girls, wake up! It is seven o’clock. Half the day is gone. We need to clean this house. T’was the Irish battle cry every Saturday morning. It did not matter that we cleaned the house every night before we went to bed. Saturday was a special cleaning day. On that day we polished furniture, washed windows, and cleaned the beloved crystal chandelier and the kitchen until every countertop, every leg of every table, and every chair was polished. The floors were washed and the rugs vacuumed. The two bathrooms, used by the seven of us, were scoured until they shined like the sun reflecting from the crystal chandelier. Dismissal time was three o’clock—only then could we go out with our friends. My mother was first-generation Irish and continued this tradition she had learned from her mother.

    The tradition continued as I grew older and even after I left home in 1980. I always cleaned my home on Saturday morning. And I kept cleaning when I moved back home with my parents in 1998 to help my mother take care of Dad after cardiac surgery and never left. Mom passed away in 2007, and I continued the Saturday morning tradition. One Saturday morning in June 2009, I heard the battle cry to clean the house, but little did I know this battle cry would become a cry for help—I had a stroke while cleaning the house.

    EDUCATION

    I graduated from a Catholic high school believing the only job I was capable of doing was waitressing. In my junior year my guidance counselor reported to my mother and I that she believed I was not capable of college-level work because I was extremely shy, had B-minus to C grades, and did poorly on my pre-SAT. The counselor believed college-level work would be too difficult for me, and therefore it would be a waste of time and money. Feelings of disappointment, discouragement, and failure overwhelmed me. My goal to be the first child in the family to graduate from college vanished with those words. My mother was furious at the counselor. She could not believe the counselor would express her beliefs in such a callous manner. My mother’s response was, We will see about that! as she stormed out the counselor’s office with me on her arm. We did not speak about it that night. The next day was Saturday and we cleaned the house, only this time in deep thought about those devastating words.

    My senior year in high school I met Sister Rose Paula, who taught US history. She was kind but very strict. As the first few months of school went by, she realized my reading level was below average and my comprehension and ability to recall the material were poor, resulting in an inability to do well on the written test. Soon I was in her classroom taking a Stanford reading evaluation test. A few days later she told me that my reading and comprehension abilities were below average by several grade levels and that this was what had caused my frustration and poor grades overall. We, my friend, she said, are going to teach you to read. The next several months Sister Rose Paula and I stayed after school for my reading program. Start with the basics and move to mastery was our motto. Weeks later our hard work resulted in improved grades and better reading and comprehension skills. At the end of my senior year, my reading and comprehension were at grade level. Our hard work had paid off. Reading is a lifelong skill needed to succeed, and Sister Rose Paula gave me a new life. I graduated from high school prepared for my next challenge. Later in life I emulated Sister Rose Paula in my teaching.

    My academic journey continued in September 1971 at Quincy Junior College in Quincy, Massachusetts. My goal was to prove to myself that I could be more than a waitress. No student should ever hear those stinging words, and therefore I set my sights on teaching. Quincy Junior College offered new life experiences for me. My sisters and I had been lovingly sheltered from the world. We had attended all-girl parochial schools and had experienced very little interaction with the outside world, including boys.

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