Aphasia: The disorder that makes you lose your words
It’s hard to imagine being unable to turn thoughts into words. But, if the delicate web of language networks in your brain became disrupted by stroke, illness or trauma, you could find yourself truly at a loss for words. This disorder, called “aphasia,” can impair all aspects of communication. Approximately 1 million people in the U.S. alone suffer from aphasia, with an estimated 80,000 new cases per year. About one-third of stroke survivors suffer from aphasia, making it more prevalent than Parkinson’s disease or multiple sclerosis, yet less widely known.
There are several types of aphasia, grouped into two categories: fluent (or “receptive”) aphasia and non-fluent (or “expressive”) aphasia.
People with fluent aphasia may have normal vocal inflection, but use words that lack meaning. They have difficulty comprehending the speech of others and are frequently unable to recognize their own speech errors.
People with non-fluent aphasia, on the other hand, may have good comprehension, but will experience long hesitations between words and make grammatical errors. We all have that “tip-of-the-tongue” feeling from time to time when we can’t think of a word. But having aphasia can make it hard to name simple everyday objects. Even reading and writing can be difficult and frustrating.
It’s important to remember that aphasia does not signify a loss in intelligence. People who have aphasia know what they want to say, but can’t always get their words to come out correctly. They may unintentionally use substitutions, called “paraphasias” – switching related words, like saying dog for cat, or words that sound similar, such as house for horse. Sometimes their words may even be unrecognizable.
So, how does this language-loss happen? The human brain has two hemispheres. In most people, the left hemisphere governs language. We know this because in 1861, the physician Paul Broca studied a patient who lost the ability to use all but a single word: “tan.” During a postmortem study of that patient’s brain, Broca discovered a large lesion in the left hemisphere, now known as “Broca’s area.” Scientists today believe that Broca’s area is responsible in part for naming objects and coordinating the muscles involved in speech. Behind Broca’s area is Wernicke’s area, near the auditory cortex. That’s where the brain attaches meaning to speech sounds. Damage to Wernicke’s area impairs the brain’s ability to comprehend language. Aphasia is caused by injury to one or both of these specialized language areas.
Fortunately, there are other areas of the brain which support these language centers and can assist with communication. Even brain areas that control movement are connected to language. Our other hemisphere contributes to language too, enhancing the rhythm and intonation of our speech. These non-language areas sometimes assist people with aphasia when communication is difficult.
However, when aphasia is acquired from a stroke or brain trauma, language improvement may be achieved through speech therapy. Our brain’s ability to repair itself, known as “brain plasticity,” permits areas surrounding a brain lesion to take over some functions during the recovery process. Scientists have been conducting experiments using new forms of technology, which they believe may encourage brain plasticity in people with aphasia.
Meanwhile, many people with aphasia remain isolated, afraid that others won’t understand them or give them extra time to speak. By offering them the time and flexibility to communicate in whatever way they can, you can help open the door to language again, moving beyond the limitations of aphasia.
although weirdly enough out of all the people i can remember pete interacting with in the show, as far as i can tell, hes only taller than sonny and daniela,, which is weird to think about, he just seems really tall because he literally only stands by tiny tiny sonny
even so! he’s the perfect height,,
the perfect height difference for hugs and forehead kisses,, how lucky we all are
Summary: You’re a historian who agreed to help Lin through his writer’s block. You’re taken with him immediately and spend a lot of the time being distracted by the charming company you’re keeping.
Word Count: 1,127
Warnings: y i k e s. nothing really though.
A/N: Literally, @gratitudejoyandsorrow is a blessing and patiently played my soundboard all day and @l-nmanuel is absolutely a m a z i n g. This fic would’ve found a new home in the trash bin if not for these two. __________________________
It was a friend of a friend, who had this friend, who knew someone who needed your assistance. They told you that he had ideas that he couldn’t possibly get down on paper without help and you were the perfect person to do it. You normally would brush the idea off but after having spent weeks pent up with your newest research paper, getting out and about didn’t seem like such a bad idea. You figured if nothing else, some fresh air and coffee out of a cup that wasn’t your Columbia University mug would do you some good.
That’s how you found yourself walking into the coffee shop that you had been instructed to be at, at the exact time you were instructed to be there. The soft chime of the bell drew a few eyes to you but no one stood up so you figured he wasn’t there yet. You took the opportunity to order coffee and find a table by the window, pulling out your notebook and scrawling down anything you thought might help the paper you were returning to tonight.
Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.
You make me happy when skies are gray
error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move? He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.
Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay
his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless
The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.
Error was dying.
No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.
He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.
Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.
Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.
With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.
Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.
“error you’re awake”
Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.
“why do you sound so sad?”
Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.
“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.
“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.
Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.
He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.
Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)
Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.
His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.
“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.
“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke” inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.
“sing with me”
Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.
You told me once, dear, you really loved me
Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.
He kept humming.
And no one else could come between.
The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.
He was still humming.
But now you’ve left me and love another.
Error stopped humming.
You have shattered all of my dreams.
His hand fell but never hit the ground.
“goodbye ink…. I love you”
A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.
“I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.
“I love you too”
well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens
anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was
Okay, Okay. I like the Gabriel Reyes who eats hispanic food, who curses and throws shade in Spanish, celebrates/ sticks to traditions and what not. But I’ll raise you super(and maybe a bit racist?) Hispanic Gabe for...
A Gabe who is torn between two cultures.
A Gabe who is a first generation Mexican(or whatever you headcanon him as)-American. A Gabe who can understand most Spanish but fails to communicate in it. A Gabe who’s first language is English because his parents wanted him to have more oppertunities in school and not be made fun of for struggling to speak or for having an accent. A Gabe who is shunned by Spanish-Speakers for not being able to speak it fluently. A Gabe who is called a Pocho constantly. A Gabe who knows more about American Holidays than Hispanic ones because it’s what his school and the Media taught him. A Gabe who felt insecure about his Hispanic heritage. A Gabe who tries to learn more about his heritage and language. A Gabe who gets shit on so bad for making a mistake on either of those things. A Gabe who looks Hispanic but is more American because he assimilated too well.
A Gabe who didn’t fit in either category. A Gabe who grew up in LA never fitting in with his own kind and looking like a poser among the whites. A Gabe who tried to learn Spanish in High School only to be made fun of. A Gabe who was poor but couldn’t fucking relate to anybody. A Gabe who was judged by white people for how he looked and by Hispanics for how he acted. A Gabe constatly called ‘white washed’. A Gabe who floundered between both cultures with no solid footing in either. A Gabe who couldn’t relate.
A Gabe who never felt good enough.
A Gabe who felt like an inferior Hispanic and a wannabe White.
A Gabe who didn’t feel like he wasn’t fully one or the other.
A Gabe who felt…like he was nothing.
Yeah, yeah, it’s fun to think of him as being fully Hispanic in culture. I see comics and stories with ‘la chancla, tortillas, pendejo,’ etc. But…fuck do you know how fitting it is for Gabe to be a ‘Pocho’?
He doesn’t have any spanish lines and he grew up in LA. His parents probably wanted their boy to be more ‘American’ because they themselves struggled to fit in to the country because of the language barrier and cultural barrier. They thought they were doing Gabe a favor by making him more ‘American’. But in the end they did more harm than good. And that left him feeling horrible and conflicted his whole life.
And I know some of you are like ‘Well you’re just trying to white wash him!’ But that’s not the point. I was the same. I grew up in an American Culture but with a Mexican apperance. It sucks being stuck between two cultures. It really fucking dose and the idea of having Gabriel Reyes, aka Reaper, going through the same shit I did is really comforting.
I’m not saying you should adopt this HC, I know not everyone is like this. But a lot of people are and I think it’s important to point out that someone can be Hispanic without being full on stereotypical. It takes away a lot of depth from a person and charachter, y’know?
-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know
the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.
I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to
PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink
until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make
him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the
As you may know, English is not my first
language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it
lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo
This will be narrated from PaperJam’s
I never was
good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.
Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I
didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me,
my new little brother.
happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care
of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and
forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would
be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with
brothers was very important and blah blah blah…
We spend a
few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just
an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother.
Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I
couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring
parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about
idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.
just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very
rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of
protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our
conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa
and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:
going to take care of you?
He told me
that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he
couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I
didn’t like, at all.
Why I had
to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to
take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write
and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.
without asking something in return, of course.
In the end,
he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward
atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to
ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me
to gain my attention.
smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was
“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at
me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me
you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly,
your stomach made a noise.
I had to feed you.
something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had
some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made
creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually,
I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt
because you apparently didn’t know
how to drink it.
enough for me.
I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean
my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I
didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well,
it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a
few hours. Maybe three or four…
until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I
instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries
barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.
blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.
went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the
fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you
were sick? And I was alone.
could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that
the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while
Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very
irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!
know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help,
I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was
something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…
What if you died?
thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t
want you to die.
You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and
maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t
left you alone…
help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In
that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.
It was in
that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to
the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time
I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side,
worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what
happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying
wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed
you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he
explained that you were having some problems with your soul.
brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul,
since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with
the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become
like some “evil flower”.
was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue
paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body
wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I
didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be
The rest of
the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It
was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right?
it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime
soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It
kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it
had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time
to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping
when you started to squirm under his grasp.
walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile,
saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:
My name. Yes, my
It was kind
of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it
wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”
have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked
you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the
bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.
having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?
I hope you
liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We
now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him
because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he
isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words
made him very happy.
I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))
summary: you haven’t been at school all week, you haven’t been answering texts. eventually, the boys decided that they’re not going to wait for you to reply anymore, and take matters into their own hands.
a/n: yoo so sorry for the angsty thing, i was planning on putting up some starboy laurens fluff but ive been having a pretty bad day meself so. wrote some angst cuz it made me feel better. if you’re having a bad day i hope it helps and i hope u feel good tomorrow!
You had spent the week in bed. Your work was beginning to
pile up – in both a metaphorical and literal sense, you thought as you looked
at the pile of papers on your desk – and you probably got more texts in the
past five days than you’ve gotten in the past year. Everyone was worried about
you. Just today, Alexander had left you 3 voicemails and he sent you 51 messages in the span of 6
sent you 2 pictures of Lafayette and Hercules playing checkers, and then one of
himself pouting because, as he put it, he ‘wanted to see you’; Lafayette sent
you a video of himself singing some French song that was supposed to be a
lullaby but it didn’t really help; Hercules sent you a picture of himself in a
Nothing cheered you up. You hadn’t had this bad of a spell in years, but lately
things had gotten worse and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You just couldn’t.