Christina Hunger - How Stella Learned to Talk: The Groundbreaking Story of the Worlds First Talking Dog

As I sat on a six-foot-wide swing resembling a giant padded block, I held my breath in anticipation. Oliver, my speech therapy client, was sitting with me holding his tablet-sized communication device. Oliver rarely initiated using his talker without my help. But today he grabbed it as soon as we met. What did he want to tell me?

Even though Oliver was only nine years old, he was almost as tall as me, his twenty-four-year-old speech-language pathologist. His basketball shorts and T-shirt made him look like any typical nine-year-old boy. But the braces on his legs, noise-reducing headphones covering his ears, and communication device strapped over his shoulder indicated that something was different. Oliver had autism spectrum disorder. He had been coming to this pediatric clinic in Omaha, Nebraska, for physical therapy, occupational therapy, and speech therapy for years.

Oliver squinted, his finger hovering over the screen. I focused on what Oliver was about to say, blocking out the noise of children swinging, climbing the rock wall, and riding on scooters around us in the gym.

Possibilities ran through my head. Maybe he would say one of the words we had been practicing on the swing for the past couple of weeks. Since Oliver learned best while he was in motion, we spent much of our sessions practicing words such as go, stop, fast, and slow while swinging. I loved modeling the word fast on Olivers device and pushing him as high as I could. Oliver would squeal and throw his head back in laughter, savoring every second of the increased speed. It was impossible for anyone to watch him without smiling. His pure joy lit up the entire room.

Oliver tapped one of the sixty icons on his tablet, which opened a new page of word choices. He traced the brightly colored rows with his index finger before pausing over a single square. When Oliver pressed it, the synthesized voice said, rice.

Rice? I paused. Oliver and I were in the middle of a gym, not a kitchen. Rice was about the last thing I expected him to say. Eat rice at lunch? I asked. After I said each word, I pushed the corresponding button on his tablet. The best way for Oliver to learn how to use his talker was to see other people using it as well.

Oliver grunted and kicked his legs in frustration. That was not what he was trying to say.

I glanced at my watch, 4:35. Maybe you want rice for dinner after therapy, I said. Want eat rice?

Oliver swatted my hand away, then repeated himself, Rice rice.

Oliver said rice in our session last week, too, but I did not really think anything of it. Since there was no rice around, I chalked it up to Oliver exploring new vocabulary. He had only had this communication device for a few months, and it can take a while before kids start using words intentionally on their own. They need time to explore words and to see and hear their communication system in use before they can be expected to talk with it. Its like how babies need to hear people using language for a whole year before they start saying words on their own. Now that I knew Oliver saying rice was not an isolated occurrence, I modeled everything I could think of that was related to rice. I used Olivers device to try a variety of phrases.

Was Oliver trying to tell me he was hungry and wanted to eat rice? Was he trying to say he liked rice? What if he hates rice and was trying to tell me it is bad? I modeled rice good, rice bad, like eat rice, all done eat rice, Oliver eat rice, school eat rice, everything I could possibly think of. Each time I tried a new phrase, I paused to assess his reaction. Oliver understood much more than he could say; his receptive language skills were significantly greater than his expressive language skills. If I said the right phrase he was trying to communicate, he would get excited. It reminded me of how I felt when trying to say a word in French years after I learned it in high school. If I read the word or heard someone say it, I would know what it meant. But it was so much harder for me to come up with the word on my own. Thats because my French receptive language skills were much higher than my French expressive language skills.

Oliver ripped his headphones off and threw them to the ground. He rattled the swing, knocking my clipboard off it while grunting.

Its okay, its okay. Were okay. You sound mad, Oliver, I said. I held the device in front of him and modeled, mad. I needed to redirect him before things got worse. The fastest way to do that was to start swinging. No matter what was going on, Oliver always loved to swing. This is true for a lot of children with autism. The rocking motion helped regulate his sensory system. Within a minute of using all my body weight to propel Oliver as high as possible, he returned to his giggly self. I fixed the situation for now so we could salvage our session but did not truly solve the problem. Why is Oliver saying rice? And why is Oliver getting so mad when I try talking about rice?

Oliver was one of the many children on my caseload learning how to use a communication device to talk. Communication devices are a form of augmentative and alternative communication (AAC). AAC is a fantastic tool that gives people with severe speech delays or disorders the ability to say words through another medium. Occasionally Oliver verbally repeated single words he heard in a video or from whoever around him was speaking, but at nine years old, that was the extent of his verbal speech abilities. Many people mistakenly believe that verbal speech skills represent a persons intelligence or language abilities. One of my favorite things about being a speech-language pathologist is shattering this misconception. I love introducing AAC to children who had been misunderstood for years and watching great transformations unfold.

In graduate school, one of my clients had been using an AAC device for a couple of years. She primarily communicated in two-word phrases until the day she felt the sleeve of a fuzzy sweater I had not worn there before. She looked at me and said, New purple sweater like. I had no idea that she knew how to say the word sweater or had been paying attention to my wardrobe this whole time.

At the clinic, I recently increased another one of my clients number of visible words on his device from about twenty to the full capacity of two thousand words. On the same day that I made the change, the child said down stairs down stairs green block then bolted to the door. He pulled as hard as he could on the doorknob but did not have the dexterity to turn it. If he had not said what he wanted, I would not have opened the door. I would have assumed he was trying to escape from the session. In the therapy area downstairs, he walked straight to the game cabinet and pulled out a cardboard box from the middle of the shelf, not even fazed by all the games he knocked down in the process. He flipped open the lid and picked out all the green magnetic shapes, then started stacking them in different ways. Before today,