I like neatness: orderly stacks of papers, books aligned properly on shelves, forks and knives all going in the same direction in the silverware drawer. It’s not surprising that I find it difficult to accept that aphasia therapy is a bit messy. It is not linear, this journey from beginning to middle to end. And my role keeps shifting, or should anyway, depending on whom the person with aphasia wants me to be. I am not exceedingly patient. Sometimes, I see the door opening, and want to push through to the other side. I find it hard to follow, rather than lead, but enough doors have been slammed in my face, so that I am learning to wait, and to let things happen rather than convince myself it is my job to make them happen. As if I could. The thing of it is, once through the door, there is another.
And another. And another….