Thursday, December 12, 2013
Short version: Having a client draw you an analog clock (especially one pointing to a specific time) gives valuable insight into their current neurocognitive abilities with regards to problem-solving, sequencing, following directions, visual field, and more.
Check out this clock. It was done by an adult artist with developmental delays. I saw it in an airport exhibit. Very cool and thought provoking. I learned during my fieldwork/internship days in the locked geriatric psychiatric ward and rehab hospitals that one of the fastest ways to get a handle on an adult's level of cognitive functioning is to ask them to draw you a clock. Sure, all of us may mess up once or twice, but should get it right once we learn from a mistake or two. When the client ignore half the clock, or bunch all the numbers up and can't figure out how to fix it on their next try, it's important to realize there are possibly some neurocognitive deficits present, even if mild enough that they don't present in a superficial conversation.
The best way I've seen to draw the clock is to add in 12, 3, 6, 9, and then go from there in filling in. I don't feel this is as valid with younger generations (ie, aged 30ish or below) because we grew up with digital clocks more so than analog. I always wear a digital clock because while I can read analog clocks, it takes me an extra few seconds, especially if I'm stressed or pressured. I'm always fascinated watching people draw clocks, no matter what their level of functioning, to see their approach.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Check out all the fuzzy nail polishes hitting the market. They literally have a sand-like texture. I'm a fan of the OPI sand, have not tried other brands. I know some non-texture people may hate it, but I think most texture people will love it. It could almost serve as a fidget, in the way velcro under desks can be soothing. Would be cool if they made a more white sand version for guys!
This could work for both children and adults. Give it a try and let me know how it works for the people in your OT circles who are constantly touching things! Even if they end up peeling it off...if that's calming to them, that works too.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Sometimes people who are lonely, or feel ignored, or sad, talk about being "seen". They want to hear from someone "I see you." They want to hear they are being recognized, existing, real.
I thought about the ICU, Intensive Care Unit. This is where the sickest of the sickest are, the nurses and caregivers tending to them carefully day and night. "I see you." "I.C.U"....
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
This is the link to Verizon Wireless's employee discount page. Educators typically get a discount, I guess I can't promise 100% but so far people have had good luck. You enter in your SCHOOL/WORK email address and it sends you an email where you confirm it and that's about it. Very simple, saves you some money.
Certain other companies may get discounts too. And perhaps other carriers have this as well. Enjoy!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
(I need to do one specifically for OT, maybe later tonight! Gotta go get ready to go to my aunt's!!) HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!
I am thankful for...my ability to be concise and the people who crack up laughing at that statement. For love, light, bliss, berries, serotonin, and glitter. Peacock feathers, classy emeralds, gaudy purples, darkly turquoised blues. Angels shooting stars, Grandma's love and ice cream.
The platypus and pangolin, artichokes and armadillos. Sauteed mushrooms, slowly moving sloths and slithering snails. Roly polys, caterpillars, dogerpillars. Burrito babies, irridescence and feathers. Tinsel and trees. Resting and rolicking. Artistic license. Word invention. That my mother only threatens to kill me when in situations involving poor punctuation. Like now. Energy and healing. Heroes of all types. Sacred circles and hula hoop dance. The kindness of strangers, the kindness of acquaintances, friends, family, being loved and loving. Shampoo and unconditional love. Rocks and shells, minerals and gems.
Fields of yellows and reds. Wild flowers with piercings and tattoos and outrageous colors. Red barns, hovering trees. Sparkles and poems and words. Art that whispers. Art that shouts. Playful vegetables and fruit parties. Inchworms and rulers. Crayons even if I can only say Crowns, that's okay because crayons are a crown to a page without color, that I can soothe myself when young children with speech impediments correct me on it. Options and choice, that all can rejoice.
Wispy clouds and marshmellows. Cakes and rakes and all they make. Shivering ice and melting lakes. Cranberries red. Energies and lights and everything brights. Grace and glow. Prancing like a pony thank you Richard Simmons. Not Thomas Kinkade. Not spiders. Not loud noises. Sorry.
Thanks and spanx. Journeys, mountains, dualities, geometry, Sun and Moon. Unicorns, penguins, bipolar bears. Earlobes and frontal lobes. Cerebellums and lemons. Shrieks, giggles, laughter, raucous smiles. Vivids. Artists, writers, scientists, enjoyers, observers, listeners. Support, containment, held in space.
Bliss lights that show us the stars within, music that sits on the skin. Reverence, the hush of hearing. Power, sharing, touched. Technologies and time. Old school sublime. Whirlers and swirls, swaying, rocking, prisms and crystals. Mirrors and reflections, foundations of feeling. Glass and rainbow bright. Expansive skies, blue and bold. Galactic mysteries, that Pluto survived demotion, that boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider, girls go to Mars to get more candy bars. Hummingbirds and humbugs and ladybugs. Sizzles and sass, fizzles and frass. Dinosaurs and thesauruses.
The weaving of time and space, everything has its place. Innocence of babies, silliness and imagination. Lions and Katy Perry and children who roar. Unique thoughts, gifts every day in those around us. Giant socks, little rocks, gaudy frocks. Silhouettes and shadows, the shimmy and sashay. Chemistry and grumpy cat. Karen Walker. Steven Wright. Andy Goldsworthy, silver shimmers, Mary Oliver, green and black olives. Straight faces, gay faces, kaleidoscopes. Pearls and lace and everything grace.
Primordial dwarfs, air plants, magic. Thunder, lightning, Northern lights. Sugar gliders, weeping willows, cherry blossoms, moon light, shadows of the sun. Stained glass, pareidolia, the praying mantis. Angels and jelly fish. Flow wands, bioluminescence, sun rise. Slacklines and shamans. Monks, priests, preachers, Shel Silverstein. Passion, mirages, hallucinations, awakenings, sunrise, sunset.
Breathing and baby animals. Words of art and art of words. Anne Lammott, Alice in Wonderland, curiouser and curiouser. Wonder and wows and waterfalls. Sequoias and swans, robins and doves. Torrey Pines. Breathing, being, bells. Tatters and trees. Lariats and snuggles. Fire flies and firemen. Death Valley, Yosemite, Berkeley. Norway and the loved ones within. Not blood pudding or rakafisk or cat-hair covered waffles but everything else. Culture. Grandparents and parents, connections and cultivation.
Japanese magnolias, pink dolphins, white doves. Tulips and daffodils, prissy poppies, passionate peace. Crazy hair curls, dancers who twirl. Emotion, insight, wondering and wandering. Peanut butter, pumpkins, pretzels and poise. Helpers and healers of the heart. Therapists, thankfulness, creation, devotion and dreams. Googly eyes, green eyes, eyeballs that roll. Head shakes. Milkshakes. Sweet potatoes and sour candies. Teachers, reachers, seers, greeters.
Rain for the rainbows, standing ovations. Optical illusions, the beauty of the world. Red Canyons, Green Mountains. Gatherings, community, phone home ET. Care Bears and Hypoxic Smurfs. Neural plasticity, St. Jude, souls. Meditation, trances, brain waves, prayer. Crosses, triangles, squares. Molecules and bubbles. Symphonies, sympathy, empathy, paths.
Spaghetti and pool noodles, doodles, and at least a few poodles depending on annoyance factor. Grumpy Cat, Princess Monster Truck, Lester the Lion Kitty, Chase No Face. The ugliest dog in the world. Memes and misunderstood sharks. Pinterest and Etsy and Facebook. People who don't cringe when I say that. People who cringe when I say that. Velcro and vacuums, duct tape and geese.
Inspiration, Twinspiration, twingles and singles. Maybe a Twinkie. Pizza and spice and everything nice. Stability, affirmations, reaching upward. Helping hands and hearts, knowledge seekers, journeys, forward momentum. Chapters, books, futures, the present and gifts. Leaning forward, leaping forward, laughing forward, looking forward, life.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Typing Speed Standards are PROBABLY 5 words per minute (WPM) x grade level, so a 4th grader should be at roughly 20 WPM.
I know this is not coming from a formal Common Core Standard page, and I didn't research it enough to find an origin although I tried briefly. However, it sounds reasonable to me - 5 WPM per grade level. Thoughts?
Most relevant paragraph although page was great for many pieces of information:
How fast should kids type?
As a general rule, keyboarding speeds should be measured as "5 words per minute (wpm) x grade level". Therefore, a student in fifth grade should have a goal of at least 25 words per minute and a sixth grade student should have a goal of 30 wpm.
Remember this is meant for general education, so if the children we work with in occupational therapy (OT) are not as fast, that's okay and we can work on it with many different approaches. Hoping I can write up typing teaching strategies soon!
Also, sorry about that test taking strategies PDF. Need to shorten it and make it not explode when the site is opened. Soon! I'm at work right now.