Susie Mallett

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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

How high are the expectations?




Chewing reflex

I have been thinking a lot about the chewing, and naturally also the salivating that takes place with some of my clients, before the food actually gets to the mouth, the action of starting to chew at the very thought, or at the sight of, food.

Does anyone have anything to share about this? How it is overcome?

My client and I have always worked hard on this. We are overcoming it but it is a long road as he says.

My client is a young adult who eats in a café or restaurant now and again, who eats his midday meal with a group of colleagues at work and who eats other meals at home with five or six family members.

When he was younger we would practise at some meal times with a mirror in front of him, and then sometimes without it, to see how he managed at other times. We often reintroduce this method as it always brings positive results.

Mirror, mirror on the table

The mirror helps him to concentrate his thoughts on himself and not to be distracted by the chatter of his three siblings’, or the discussions of his parents. It also encourages him to control the movement of his mouth, his jaw and lips, to keep his lips closed while chewing and his mouth shut when collecting more food with his fingers or on a fork or spoon. He also uses the mirror also to check the position of his head and the movement of his hand, fork or spoon to his mouth. 

He has learnt over the years to open his mouth only to put the food in it and to chew with his lips closed. He can prevent the reflexive chewing that still starts as soon as he thinks about eating something. This produces too much saliva that pours out of his open mouth when he looks at his plate, if he allows it too. It is a great achievement for him to have achieved all of this considering the severity of his athetoid movements, but it is incredibly hard work for him to do it always.

Coughing, spluttering and hiccupping

This client has also learnt that the sudden, reflex coughing fits that occur after eating are controllable by closing his mouth and breathing deeply, much in the same way as we can all control coughing when we sit in a full lecture hall or a classical concert and feel the need to cough, by swallowing, stretching our bodies and breathing consciously and deeply.

With learning to control hand movements to stop jerks, and shakes, he can also control the amount of liquid that he drinks, control the size of the gulps and therefore the amount of air that he takes in. A recent realisation that he in fact tries to suck the liquid into his mouth rather than sipping it has resulted in reduced air intake, less spluttering and fewer instances of the hiccups.

Peaceful meals

We are all, family, colleagues and conductors, extremely pleased with this young man’s progress and hope for many quiet and peaceful mealtimes in the family and elsewhere, when conversation flows without explosive interruptions from my client and without someone having to constantly speak to him with reminders of how to do things.

It is great when this is how it is and in a restaurant my client usually does extremely well to concentrate to get it right. This is especially impressive to see in a new and strange environment that could be off-putting, but instead the presence of strangers is a great influence and motivation for him. My client stops producing excess saliva because he stops unnecessary chewing motions, he prevents the spluttering coughs that spray the table with saliva by practising his learnt breathing technique.  He prevents dribbling by lifting his head often not producing saliva in excess by chewing with an empty mouth. He prevents unpleasant sucking noises produced from his mouth by pressing his lips together and opening them to take in food at the very last minute.

Blending into the background

My client is a bit of a performer, someone who likes to be the centre of attention. This often has a negative influence on his behaviour and has often been the reason why in the past he has been noisy and messy at the table, thus receiving negative attention.

Something that is very important to his siblings, and of course his parents and any friends present, is that as my client learns new skills at the table and learns how to move carefully and quietly in strange places, so that they no longer feel that their table in a restaurant is the centre of attention, with gazes averted from, or attracted towards, them and their brother.

Such festive occasions can now pass harmoniously, fun can be had by all and everyone can return home relaxed.

Preventing a commotion
Practising being the quietest, least noticeable person in the room

Things do not always work out like my client would like them to. When at work or around the kitchen table at home concentration lapses can mean a big mess and lots of commotion, and lots of eyes on him!

At work the group leader has organised a rotation of supervision so there is always someone there to remind my client, and any others who need help, to check their manners and eating habits, and to encourage acceptable social behaviour. My client learns the importance of helping to produce a positive working environment.

When I am working with my client in his home we all insist on the same level of cleanliness and behaviour that we see is possible in other situations. We work hard on keeping his concentration on his own personal space and actions when he is eating and he knows that if he wants to listen to or participate in the discussion around the table then he has to stop eating that is until he has learnt to do both at once!

It takes an awful lot of effort and concentration to stop that chewing reflex that produces so much unwanted saliva. It takes an awful lot of concentration to keep his head lifted so that the saliva drains away down his throat and not out of his mouth. It takes a lot of concentration to remember to swallow and breathe instead of coughing, and it takes a lot of control of movement to be quiet and help build a pleasant, relaxed atmosphere for all.

Setting expectations

But my client knows that if he wants to lead an active life, if he wants to socialise with people outside his close family unit, and even strangers, he needs to be able to behave in a way that is acceptable in this day and age. He realises that some sudden movements produce anxiety in strangers, and they move away from him. He knows that sudden turns in the street, stepping backwards to regain his balance can cause danger to himself or harm others, especially vulnerable older people or children. He does his best to control his movements, and also his grimaces, as he wishes for an active life in the outside world.

We often talk about how acceptable social behaviour changes from generation to generation. We have thought that it is perhaps in a way unfortunate that he is not living in the age when people ate their meat from the bone, wiped their hands on their sleeves and threw the rest under the table for the dogs.

On the other hand, he is not living in the age of white table clothes and napkins, and elbows glued to the sides, that I grew up in! And he has learnt many new skills because of the restriction that society place on all of us.

My client is doing well and, considering that he was a late starter in independent social life, first going out independently when he was eighteen, he is learning as fast as children who start going to school alone when they are six or seven years old.

I suspect that many people’s  expectations for those like my client, who have athetoid cerebral palsy, would not have been set so high as his have been. As one of four children the expectations for him have always been set high, both those expectations that he sets for himself and those set for him by his family, especially those set by his siblings.

As a conductor I put some order into these expectations. I set them into our programmes so my client can achieve them all at some stage in his life, one or two steps at a time.

Friday, 30 November 2012

I remember it well, one of those very important moments in life





On Friday mornings I usually make house calls and school visits, arriving at the after-school group in time to say a quick hello to the Kindergarten children just before they take their after-lunch nap.

Évi said that our five-year-old from Syria had something important to tell me so I really should not forget to pop my head around the door. I rushed over to discover that she had just finished cleaning her teeth.  She was the first of the group of 15 children to be ready for the quiet half-hour. That was great progress for a previously very dreamy hemiplegic girl.

This child is developing in leaps and bounds recently and is especially pleased to be one of the old-hands in the Petö group, delighting in showing the new three-year-olds the ropes.

What could be so important, I wonder?

I went over to the Kindergarten full of anticipation, I had no idea what to expect.

It turned out to be one of those moments in any child’s life that gives a real sense of independence.

As I walked in the child ran up to me, gave me a cuddle around my knees and said –

 “I did my button up alone!”

Oh what joy and jubilations this new development brought, we had a dance around in the hallway to celebrate and then got on with the afternoon.

Independence at last

The bane of  children’s life until they conquer it on their own is the button on the waist-band of their trousers. Until they manage that alone they are always dependent on finding someone to help as they rush to the toilet, and again as they come out.

This little girl has learnt it after a couple of year’s practice, she is now free to come and go to the toilet as she pleases and no longer needs to ask for help. 

It always amazes me, no matter how often I experience a child's telling me about this big achievement, how much joy it brings them and how many people they have to tell. I love to be a part of the jubilations that follow for a day or two, just as I was today.

As I was at the kitchen window later in the afternoon I caught the same little girl's eye as she ran about in the first snow-flakes of winter. She shouted out –

“Susie, I did my button up alone twice now!”

I wonder when she will stop counting how many times she has done it. I will ask her on Monday morning whether she is still counting, but I very much doubt it because by then it will be part of her conductive lifestyle.

Doing that top button up one-handed is really difficult. Solving that problem really did deserve our dance in the hallway, because she not only solved the problem of doing up the button, she also solved the problem of remembering to use two hands.

The degree of difficulty depends also on whether you have right or left hemiplegia, and also on whether you have right-buttoning or left-buttoning trousers, but neither way is particularly easy. It is made slightly easier when one learns that two hands are better than one.

It really was a well deserved hug and dance for this little girl today and it indicates another huge step forwards  in her life.

As well as learning to do up buttons this little girl is smiling more and chatting more and her soul seems to be flourishing. Seems to me that this little story illustrates what I often say – with a happy soul almost anything is possible.

Friday, 2 November 2012

My own conductive living - getting into action!





All Hallows


My first experience of the Day of the Dead was at the Museum of Mankind in London when I was an art student. It was there that I bought myself a small Plaster of Paris toy of a skeleton riding a bicycle, that originated in Mexico. That was about 1979.

Several years later I visited Mexico City and saw, in-situ, many of the toys and decorations that are produced for this festival. I could not really believe how the children really did play with skeletons but as Halloween increases in popularity here in Germany I see the children here enjoying ghouls and ghoulish toys just as much as in Mexico.

When I lived in Central Europe, in Budapest, and later moved to Germany, I discovered how All Hallows is celebrated in these countries. Once I flew into Budapest on the evening of November 1st and I will never forget the sight of the lanterns glowing beneath me, left on the graves of loved ones on this day of celebration.

All Hallows is a bank holiday in Germany. It is not a quiet day like some of the bank holidays can be. If you venture out into the city centre or anywhere near a church or a cemetery the world will be buzzing with activity. Whole families will be out and about, on the move laden with beautiful flowers to bring to their loved ones who have passed away.

It was very late before I got myself into action on my day off. I slept a long time and had breakfast for a long time, read the newest Time magazine for a bit longer, before I realised that soon it would be getting dark! It was time to get my long winter coat out of the wardrobe, don a hat, scarf and gloves, and get out into the big wide world!

Yesterday I was out and about on my own, a little bit sad that I had no family with me but soon cheered by the people I came into contact with while under way.

I was off to visit the grave of a dear old friend, a man who died just days before my mother died. On November 1st I take him a flower and ask him to share it with my Mum! My friend was such a gentleman, I loved it when I was at the theatre with him as he looked after me so well, so I know that he will do me the honour of presenting the flower to my Mum with great pomp and circumstance!

This year because I was rather later than usual the flower shops were all closed and the stalls outside the cemetery just starting to pack away their wares. I spied from afar, on the last stall, three solitary carnations. I usually take a red rose and was quite disappointed. I almost decided to return again tomorrow with the flower of my choice, but I lingered and decided that a pink carnation was just the thing for an aging actor, as my friend was. It would look raffish and dashingly elegant, and in the fading light the colour of the flower was so vibrant I was convinced.


As I approached the stall someone got there before me and she was offered all three carnations despite only having asked for two. I politely asked the lady whether I could have the third one. For the first time ever in Germany my accent was recognised as English instead of being mistaken for Dutch and while the pink carnation was wired together with a piece of greenery I had a bit of a chat  in English. I then made my way with my bloom to the section of the huge cemetery where the ashes of my friend were placed in a wall beside his wife.

A friend told me, after I had told him my Nov.1st story that –

 ‘…such walls are called columbaria (singular columbarium), the Latin for 'dovecote',
 literally because they look a bit like them, 
figuratively because of all the souls flying away...’

The birds were singing loudly, the blackbirds squawking their evening goodnight calls. Children were running between the red burning lanterns and large family groups gathered under the huge trees in prayer.

It is almost as if my friend had designed the place where his ashes are placed. There is a bench right beside it where I always sit, whatever the weather, for a chat with him and my Mum.





Despite the darkness coming down so quickly it was not cold. The light dancing between the trees and the lanterns twinkling between the gravestones made the atmosphere warm and cosy. I had had a nice chat, had enjoyed the natural beauty of the spot and shared a lovely sunset as I made my way back to the tram-stop.


More soul-some encounters to come

As I reached the central railway station I remembered that I had a rail-ticket that I must buy. It being a bank holiday the counters were less crowded and this made the whole procedure of waiting and choosing the right kind of ticket much more relaxing than on a busy weekday. The whole procedure became all the more interesting as for some reason I got talking to the lady about Aktion Mensch a charity that raises money for people in need. She told me that it is working in partnership with Nürnberg Station and I commented that the children who I work with have just taken part in the Christmas promotional video for this charity (see notes below).

It turned out that the lady at the counter is the mother of a young adult with a motor disorder and she has already made contact with the association that I work with in the search for a new flat for the young man.

It was so nice that there was no queue so that we were able to chat. I was there for about thirty minutes. The lady was so grateful for the opportunity to ask questions and tell someone of their search as a family for a home and work for her son. I was not able to do anything for her myself, or tell her anything more than she already knew, but the lady seemed cheered and motivated by the conversation and I was happy that my visit to a usually very busy ticket hall had been so relaxing.

I finished the evening off with a warming drink in the station forecourt before making my way home. There was a distinct smell of bonfire-night-to-come in the air! As I walked I realised how much I miss my old friend and my Mum and it is good to have days like All Hallows to be reminded of this.




PS

I do so hope that someone brought a rose or a dashing, pink carnation, or even a funny little fir-cone man, to AP's columbarium in Farkasréti temető !



Notes

Aktion Mensch –



At 3.14 minutes into the video you can see us in our golden clothes. I have an orange jacket on and a white balloon in front of my face!

Here is a still photo –


Photo three; there I am with no balloon!

All Hallows –