(This essay was written in response to my question "Why do you need prompts to communicate?" The essay was typed using Assistive Express iPad app and was in all lowercase. My only edits were to capitalize where appropriate. -Lisa)
Prompts are needed to help me stay on my task. I opine this very much. The world is very thought provoking and teaching me many lessons. Tons of stimula compete for my attention. That is why I have trouble focusing. The racing thoughts in my head ram against each other and chance of getting them out is paper thin. The art addressing the task of expressing my heard words is RPM. My thoughts try to touch peaceful truths by easing the assaulting attacks on my senses. To reach my thoughts RPM eases my ability to focus how I will say my thoughts. I must put teacher's voice helping me sustain my thoughts to single out above all other stimuli. This is hard at first. I have to concentrate so hard. I think it takes focus and energy. People assign importance in what they can attend to but I cannot. I take in every sensation at once. I radically trust those people I spell each day with. My output is really my own. Teachers do not hold my hand or move my keyboard. I refuse to spell with anyone caught trying to influence my words. In question is my need to have a person holding my board. I need to have a prompt to get me started. I need to have someone with me going to make sure I put forth real effort in communicating. Effort is nothing without your help because I get off topic due to stims. I am interested in you listening to what I tell. You reading my messaged talk means you care in deaming my word has meaning. To teach a dear companion to spell each day is so peaceful. A helper brings a lingering word to surface. Without typing, my thoughts disappear. I type about how prompts dare me to articulate my thoughts. Prompts take my attention off the distractions. The prompts I use most are you following clearly what I write, reading my words back, and reminding me to keep going. I ice up when there is doubt in me. I cease to master control over lingering thoughts when I am doubted or not as used to someone's voice. I am the best with mom. She goes to great lengths to daily talk with me. She watches me perfectly prompting without telling me what to write. She is patient usually. She teaches me many things. She eases my fears and loneliness. She takes me around to outings. She finds hope in the Bible for me.
Philip talking on his letterboard