You Might be an AAC Therapist If…
- You peruse the dollar store muttering “What could I do with this?”
- You squeal in delight when Amazon puts personal laminators on deep discount.
- You find yourself wanting to point to symbols when you talk to friends and family.
- You buy velcro if you see a good deal, even if you don’t need it.
- You’ve seriously considered making a voodoo doll in the image of the insurance person who issued the most recent denial of coverage.
- You have an Allen wrench at the bottom of your purse.
- You have an un-natural fondness for clip art and Creative Commons.
- You’d rather sit in a great conference presentation than go to see the latest movie.
- You can think of a dozen ways to make page fluffers.
- You’re so ‘over’ goals for making eye contact.
- You’ve made friends with the guy who cuts Lexan at the home supply shop.
- You think of the color yellow when you see the word ‘pronoun.’
- You’ve made a social story or visual schedule for your significant other so they would know what to do when you were out of town.
- You automatically pause for 5-15 seconds before repeating or rephrasing yourself.
- Your ‘Dream Team’ includes an extraordinary SLP, educator, OT, PT, and rehab engineer.
- You’ve used telephone books, pool noodles, and empty binders for things they were never intended to do.
- You dream of unlimited stores of 5 mil laminating film. The good stuff!
- You make a beeline for the children’s section in any bookstore.
- You find yourself getting a tad impatient with people who ‘just’ have artic, voice, or fluency issues.
- You’ve had a serious rant (or two or 50) at an IEP meeting.
- You know at least 3 ways to modify the PPVT.
- You secretly wish that the person who was impatient with your client gets pink eye.
- You’ve texted a friend about a great app that just went free.
- You have a love-hate relationship with keyguards.
- You interpret the word ‘Quickie’ just a little bit differently than your partner.
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This post was written by Carole Zangari