Living Loudly and Laughing with Dysarthria

 

About 10 years ago, ALS impeded my speaking ability. Like more than 80 percent of all ALS patients, I now have dysarthria, or what I refer to as my “ALS voice.” It’s a slurred, slow speech pattern with a nasal tone and imprecise pronunciation of consonants. For example, I use a “bar-rush” for my hair” and ask for “a fawk and a sch-poon” at dinner. To further conserve my ability to speak, I utilize diaphragmatic breathing, which while helpful, causes me to speak in a much lower octave. Understandably, the onset of this latest health challenge has only confirmed my intent to maintain a sense of humor while living with ALS.

Like so many others who live with dysarthria, I’ve learned to compensate by adding in extra body language and facial expressions to help listeners understand what I’m trying to say. Sometimes I feel as if I’m stuck in a foreign-language film with bad captioning; my mouth moves and my arms wave, but the caption below simply reads, “Yes.”

Thankfully, I’ve often found that I’m not always the only one treating these dysarthria challenges humorously!

Phoney voices

Talking on the phone puts my “ALS-voice” on full display, as I can’t rely on smiles and gestures to help me out. However, most folks who know me and call our house aren’t shocked at all when they hear my gruff “heh-roh.” They kindly carry on the conversation and in no way assume that an angry pirate has suddenly taken up residence in our home.

But I’ll admit to having a little fun with telephone solicitors and political pollsters, because now whenever I answer the phone, they hang up on ME!

A meeting of mimes

We all have a method of communication we default to when stressed or confronted with someone who doesn’t understand us. Years ago, I learned American Sign Language and now, whenever I hit a frustration point while talking, I find myself in default and “signing” the words. The joke’s on me, as no one around me understands sign language! I can only imagine everyone thinks I’m having a case of muscle cramps while trying to make normal gestures.

The tables turn, however, if I happen to meet up with a person whom I haven’t seen in a long while. Obviously not familiar with ALS or dysarthria, but they greet me by talking very loud and overly enunciating their words. As I watched them, I wondered if they had a granny or Aunt Bessie who was hard of hearing. Did seeing my rollator trigger their method of speaking?

This always puts me in a dilemma. Should I play along and answer in the same loud way? Or risk their embarrassment by stating that my hearing is fine? Thankfully, I don’t have to decide, as most folks quickly tire from the physical effort and say their goodbyes.

I attend a local club where a person insists on not only speaking to me in a loud voice and very slowly but also adding pantomime. It’s quite a show. I finally figured out that she loves to travel overseas and is just using her unique default style. It’s the same speaking pantomime act that works for her when stopping locals in a foreign country and asking for directions to the nearest restaurant.

The whisper heard ‘round the world

At a recent meeting, while struggling to pay attention to the speaker, I casually leaned over and whispered in my friend’s ear, “Are you as bored as I am?” Only I forgot I don’t whisper anymore! My one-tone, single-volume voice growled the question loud enough to startle those seated two rows away.

Immediately, I wished I had a virtual ‘delete’ or at least an edit button to press!

Good intentions

My favorite story about speaking too loudly happened a few years ago when I went to get my annual flu shot at our local grocery store.

They have an in-house pharmacy with a little medical room for added privacy. The day I showed up, about eight of us sat shoulder to shoulder in the small windowless waiting room. The pharmacist administered the shots in an even smaller room. A thin sliding door with mottled glass separated the two areas, so we in the waiting room could clearly hear what was said in the injection room.

A sweet older woman had just been called in and I was next. She must have been nervous because she asked the pharmacist how long he had been giving shots. Through the glass door, we heard him answer.

“Me? Oh, I’ve been giving shots for a long, long time. In fact, I grew up on a farm in Illinois and learned how to give shots on the farm animals.”

Without missing a beat, I turned to the man sitting next to me and said (just a little too loud), “I’ll let you go next.”

The whole room cracked up.

Even though ALS and dysarthria can be challenging, I believe that by facing each day with humor and a positive attitude, we can live well while living with ALS.

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Dagmar Munn
ALS and Wellness Blog

No matter what your heartache may be, laughing helps you forget it for a few seconds.

~Red Skelton~

A version of this post first appeared as my column on the ALS News Today website.