When therapy can’t be done!

Therapy! Whats that?  Sometimes we’re scooping up every last crumb of  energy to just get through the day. Our last month or so has really shown me a lot about what to do when therapy goes to hell in a handbag – other titles may be ‘Riding on the seat of your pants!’ or ‘Anything Is Better Than Nothing.’ or ‘Dammit,  Lets Go For A Run!’

When the going gets tough daily ‘action sessions’ take priority over therapy!

In retrospect we left the hospital thinking that ‘the only way was up’. That if we just put in the right amount and type of effort, that we would be able to make slow but steady gains. There is much truth in this assumption but what we hadn’t quite expected was for some things to go completely pear shaped! Our neurologist’s euphemism for this is that stuff ‘evolves’ after this type of Encephalitis.

Over the past months Matilda’s seizures (previous post link here) progressed from simple focal or absence (Petit Mal) to the full-blown shakey kind that most folk imagine and call ‘a fit’ (Tonic-Clonic/Grand Mal). Even her paediatrician admits these can be bloody scarey  when you have no experience of them. The week of the first big seizure resulted in extreme fatigue and confusion for all of us. Then the poor little taker got the ‘wipe you out cough/temperature’ bug that had been going through our community. There were 14 kids away in her class the first day she had off sick! This delightful week of attempts to get temperatures down whilst being freaked out that they would throw her into a seizure was followed by our worst week of behaviour to date. We all know that even when our kids are babies, that their rhythms all go out of whack after being sick. Well, our ‘recovery’ week was a doozey (think about your average tantrum and times that by 17 million…O.K thats an exaggeration but you get the idea!)

Therapy was off the agenda. Anything that even remotely whiffed of a structured task led to screaming, biting, running away and general mayhem. And look I have to admit that as a speechie, it feels heartbreaking to not be able to work out how to reinvent a task to an ‘acceptable’ format for her when the storms are raging. It makes me feel like a failure but this gives me great insight into how many of the parents I work with feel, when the demands my profession place on them are simple not ‘doable’ at that time, in their home.

Even a messy house can be converted into a mini roller-skating rink!

Luckily brain science and recent research has given us lots of ideas and backed up a lot of what our instincts (especially Dad’s who doesn’t have professional blinkers) about what to do so that we still feel like we are nourishing and nurturing her repairing brain, even when planned rehab/therapy is off the agenda.


  • It is so easy for everything to spiral out of control. Too many words and angry responses fuel more difficult behaviours.
  • We talk about the ‘crankies’ in Matilda’s brain having a rant but it is not Matilda. At least for us separating who she is, from what is beyond her control seems to help.
  • Let it go! This is hard but not impossible. We can have been defending ourselves from a range of flying missiles or be heart-sore from having a favourite object broken but within minutes that tidal wave passes and we try to continue as though it hadn’t happened. No blame, no shame, no hashing over, no analysis of what cannot be explained!
  • Grab hold of the good times with gusto. Family runs on the beach, cuddles reading books in bed, hunting Pokemon or building a treehouse. We all have our different ways to connect and share love. Don’t get me wrong. I stress. I panic. I have sleepless nights. I cry. But I try, try, try to focus on the sweet times.


  • Its simple. Just get out and move. Jiggle, swing, swim, jump – anything at all.
  • There is a lot of really good research that shows how exercise helps brain function and neuro-plasticity.
  • Initially Matilda had no stamina but we are slowly building up weeny levels of endurance.


  • Watch for tired signs and act on them. Retreat home, send kids packing, reduce talking or cognitive load, avoid multitasking (huh!) and so on.
  • We avoid carbohydrates and sugar. If Matilda had a breakfast of just a croissant with jam, we would see a total break down 1 1/2 hours later.
  • Lots of protein – this can be really tricky but we keep on trying.
  • Lots of Vitamin C rich fruits and lots of veggies…even if the range is minimal.
  • Anything with lots of  HIDDEN veggies. I grate carrots, courgettes and pumpkin into my spaghetti  sauce  – Jamie Oliver’s version link here. and mash in veggies to thicken stews.


  • This requires constantly carrying drink bottle and checking her intake. If we don’t check, we find she has only drunk about 500ml in a day from lots of sips but not big gulps!
  • An adult friend with a grain injury commented that his symptoms are much worse if he doesn’t drink enough.


  • We have ask our friends for short play dates, early dinners and quick little adventures. It takes a bit of courage to stand out as being different in this way (most of her friends play longer, harder & faster) but if we pushed Matilda to stay up later or play longer, she would be unable to cope. Th consequences would knock-on like a falling line of dominos.
  • Play and laughter with friends overrides so many of the other yucky things and not just for her!


  • Much as I would love to say we do relaxation, yoga or mindfulness with the kids, the truth is our attempts are sporadic and often a failure.
  • Matilda will do some kids yoga videos alone.
  • Our best attempts at deep breathing coincided with hips lifts against a wall….breath out on the way up and breath in on the way down…slowly.
  • The research in this area is strong. It really does help but for us at least it tricky to get happening in any sustainable way, despite some grate books and CDs 9Such as Sitting Still Like A Frog – link here)
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Relaxation and mindfulness for kids and adults!

So much to do that helps when all the ‘other stuff’ just can’t get done. My only other HOT TIP is that the parents should do the same. For me yoga is almost nothing about what my body looks like and soooooo much about what my head feels like. In hospital Matilda once said  ‘Yoga means a good day!’. She nailed it. I just have to creep out of bed in the dark to do it!


Not the PG version

The other day I walked into our local cafe and the lovely lassie behind the counter asked how I was. I said “O.K” She replied “Really?” with a quizzical look. Then I gushed, about Matilda have been in the hospital emergency department on the weekend after her first seizure since leaving hosiptal and so on. As I walked away I wanted to kick myself. My mind kept saying  – “She wasn’t really asking how you were. It’s just you know, manners. And now you’ve really brought her down!”

A few days later as I lit our fire I found an article that I hadn’t read in the newspaper about a family facing their worst fear everyday, as their daughter has Batten Disease  (link here)  Her mother explained that her TED talk was a….

“PG version of life” with a dying child. It didn’t include their bleakest and darkest moments, such as the times when she arrives at school pick-up fresh from talking to her daughter’s doctors about her end-of-life plan, or the never-ending rounds of doctors, specialists and therapists.

Life is not all sugar coated – although Matilda was after the donut game at her birthday!

Something about this really resonated with me and my concern that I had been too publicly honest about how I was feeling. How are people to know what is really happening for carers or anyone for that matter, if we don’t let a little bit more of the truth out.

I don’t want to live in a PG version of life, I don’t want my nearest and dearest to have a disney-fied idea of what is happening in our home. I know that being open has its down sides – I do not want Matilda to misinterpret honesty for being ‘publicly shamed’ if we are for example talking about dealing with meltdowns  and sometimes talking over things can bring you down rather then let you take a step into the next part of your day, your life.

It is a balancing act but I think for me, I have decided not to beat myself up if I tell people honestly how I feel, what is going on. As the kids have said since pre-school “Sharing is caring” and honesty enables understanding that can lead to compassion. So if I ask “How are you doing today?” remember I really want to know and not just the PG version.

The hard times and the good.

We have had a pretty ghastly week. As Matilda has adjusted to a new classroom, timetable and teacher (all wonderful), she has become increasingly agitated at home. This seems directly proportional to how fatigued or overwhelmed she is. In practical terms this means rages, slammed doors, risk-taking behaviours that lead to accidents, disturbed sleep and eating patterns and global distress within the family. When weighed down by having to strategise every minute of your day to avoid ‘making things worse’, fatigue and the crankies settle in quickly for the rest of us. These times of fear and distress can seem a million miles away from her or our public persona. I take my hat off to all home educators and carers of any kind.  Navigating our path through the hard times and the good has only just begun. Missteps happen often despite the best planning and lessons seem to be raining down on us like a waterfall.

Roller coaster of hard times and good.

Despite having a research-loving brain I have only recently started accumulating more information about Encephalitis. In my travels around the web I came across a public update by a doctor about his wife’s Encephalitis (click here to watch). Very similar to Matilda’s.  The hairs on my arms stood up and my tummy churned, as my heart filled with empathy for him. The frustrations and difficulties that he was living with were so similar to our own but in an adult version. There is a silent, hidden pervasiveness to this type of brain injury – it has such a huge impact on the individual but the poor insight, memory issues, temperament changes stay hidden as though they are through the cupboard in Narnia.

People talk about respite but this is simply not a possibility for most people. I feel like I need to learn how to have ‘respite’ in my head. After the ‘hard times’ the feeling of tension lingers like a stale odour that is hard to shake. My mission statement is to try to learn how to be mindful. Be on alert when needed and let it go as soon as possible. So easy to say….

Watching an amazing Ted talk by BJ Miller (American palliative care and oncology doc) (click here to watch) I felt renewed inspiration to practice this hard task. He describes being in hospital after being badly burnt and losing three limbs. A nurse smuggled in a  snowball from the soft new snow falling in the outdoors that he could not go forth into.

Reaching and holding ‘the good’.

The snow, the compassion of the nurse, being part of the world made him choose life. My husband is a far more bounce-back character. His resilience is way higher then mine. I struggle with the struggle.

Matilda often struggles with the frustration of clawing back the skills she has lost. The frustration of her lack of freedom and not understanding what the world or her body is telling her. She practices and is brave. And then she practices some more.

My ‘practice’ is to find that snowball every single day no matter how crappy it has been. There is always a hand held, the soft sound of her breath, the tenderness from Reuben and Marty as we hold each other tight in the storm. There is going to be no ‘man overboard’ in this family. We are each other’s life raft.

And when I can’t find my ‘snowball’ I have to learn to walk out of the room, kick something soft, breath deep breaths and keep going. Surprisingly a friend having a cry down the phone with me made me feel so much better. At first I just couldn’t understand why. And then it struck me, I didn’t feel alone in that ‘hard time’ moment. The range of colours was exposed and she held on tight with me. A blessing that night.

I wonder at my motivation in writing this. I feel disloyal to my brave Matilda but more than anything I want to be ‘simpatico’ with other families going through the same thing, like the doctor and his wife. After the acute period dies down little is said about how hard this can be and it is such a long, long adventure.

Snowballs and honesty. Really people!  Well thats all Ive got so far…