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My Communication Aid

By Andy

 

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My communication aid is a Windows 98 computer, which I have on my electric wheelchair. I have a sensor on my glasses that is my headmouse. I also have a red clip on piece of Velcro that is pinned to my shirt to hold the clip in place. I use my thumb to press the clip when I put the mouse on the icon that I wish to open. It works by the movement of my head to move the mouse to the icon I need to open. After, I open the icons like wivik and windbag, that I use to type my messages and letters to anyone that I need to. 

My communication on the computer is a lot easier & faster than using the alphabet chart. On my communication aid I have the Bible, games, a calculator, alphabet charts, and volume and environmental controls. The environmental controls are what I use to turn on my television, video, dvd and the hi-fi. On the environmental controls I also have a radio and cassette player that I can also play, which is great.

The environmental control is my hands because I cannot use my fingers because of lack of movement. On the alphabet chart someone would have to hold it and most of the time they hold the chart too far from me, so I spell book with a ‘h’ because I cannot see the right letter. 

My communication aid is my voice & hands to do some of the things that I will have to ask someone to do. My communication aid lets me do some of those things myself which is really brilliant. I would love it if all disabled people who could use a computer but due to their accident they have problems with their spelling, cannot talk or use their hands, had a computer like mine. Believe me, I did not know, or even understand, that there were conditions like this. with the condition that I am in, if it were not for my communication aid I could not go anywhere. 

My communication aid is a big part of my brain because I can save what I cannot remember on it. Why it has to be a big part of my brain is because I have a serious brain injury, which causes me to forget loads of things.

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