Monday, August 17, 2009
Brooke's first (written) words
The dissociative episode of a couple of days ago passed and hasn’t recurred; Brooke attributes it to not having been eating enough for some days. He was really low; he said he’d even been thinking of starving himself. Then Polly, the anthropologist friend who’d remarked about the similarity of the hot-and-cold feelings to what you experience in malaria, came for dinner that night. She brought grilled chicken, grilled salmon, absolutely wonderful grilled eggplant. Brooke loved it. In fact, there’s no other word for it: he pigged out. And he’s been fine ever since.
And here’s a real sign of progress, thanks to one of his therapists a few days ago: his first written words. You can see his first circles, then his name and mine, with a heart. These are made with his left hand, a real beginning in fine motor control. Brooke had said something a long time ago about recovering capacities the way an infant does; here’s just what a young child would be doing, except that the heart couldn’t mean quite as much to a little kid.