My aphasia was pretty minor; it mostly consisted of difficulty retrieving words, which is technically speaking anomia (though a few times I lost the ability to form sentences altogether, and on one memorable evening I lost the ability to conjugate sentences and proceeded to talk like Captain Caveman for a couple of hours).
The most interesting thing to me about the aphasia itself was how much I “knew” about the word I didn’t know. I remember being shown a picture of a whistle and asked what that was called. My reply was something like “It’s a perfectly common word. I know it, I just can’t retrieve it. It’s a device you blow into and there’s a little ball in it and it makes a sound. And the name of the sound is the same as the name of the device. And you do it to a happy tune, and you do it while you work.”
Along the same lines, I was blocked on the word “wheelchair” for a long time, but whenever I tried to say it I’d get words like “washing machine”, “skateboard”, “roller skate”, “dishwasher”… the word-space of compound-named machines.
I remember having a lot of trouble with years. People were forevermore asking me what the date was, to see if I was oriented in time, and I had to explicitly work out how to name the year each time. “OK… it’s the eighth year of the 21st century. How do we say that, again? It’s a compound phrase, I remember that much… “eight and twenty-one”? No, that’s not right. “Twenty-one and eight”? No, that’s not right either.” Etc. Getting to “Two thousand and eight” always took some doing.
The thing I find odd here is that you didn’t just draw it in the air with your finger or something, or describe it with a lot of more common words you did know. Plenty of ways to bypass occasional missing words.
(source: habit of learning about something cool in one language, then having to explain it in another)
In the whistle case, I was specifically being asked to name the object as part of a lexical inventory to evaluate how much of a deficit I was running; the point was to come up with the word “whistle.” In the wheelchair case, I would generally bang on the wheelchair I was in and say “this thing.” The issue wasn’t that I was unable to communicate, the issue was that I’d lost access to perfectly common words. Hope that clarifies matters.
Similarly, people understand me perfectly well when I not conjugate sentence properly, but is still frustrating when I know is wrong but cannot say right.
When I’m trying to remember a word, I get a lot of associated detail, usually including something about the sound of the word. Initial sound, number of syllables, that sort of thing—did you get something about the sound?
Very very rarely. Usually if I could get to a confident feeling about the sound-shape of the word, I had the word.
This contrasts with my normal word-search experience, which is similar to what you describe, and I suspect the exceptions were cases where I would have had trouble finding the word even without the anomia.
My aphasia was pretty minor; it mostly consisted of difficulty retrieving words, which is technically speaking anomia (though a few times I lost the ability to form sentences altogether, and on one memorable evening I lost the ability to conjugate sentences and proceeded to talk like Captain Caveman for a couple of hours).
The most interesting thing to me about the aphasia itself was how much I “knew” about the word I didn’t know. I remember being shown a picture of a whistle and asked what that was called. My reply was something like “It’s a perfectly common word. I know it, I just can’t retrieve it. It’s a device you blow into and there’s a little ball in it and it makes a sound. And the name of the sound is the same as the name of the device. And you do it to a happy tune, and you do it while you work.”
Along the same lines, I was blocked on the word “wheelchair” for a long time, but whenever I tried to say it I’d get words like “washing machine”, “skateboard”, “roller skate”, “dishwasher”… the word-space of compound-named machines.
I remember having a lot of trouble with years. People were forevermore asking me what the date was, to see if I was oriented in time, and I had to explicitly work out how to name the year each time. “OK… it’s the eighth year of the 21st century. How do we say that, again? It’s a compound phrase, I remember that much… “eight and twenty-one”? No, that’s not right. “Twenty-one and eight”? No, that’s not right either.” Etc. Getting to “Two thousand and eight” always took some doing.
… with important rotating components (the drum, the wheels, the wheels, and that spraying-blade thing, respectively).
Thanks for sharing! Interesting stuff.
The thing I find odd here is that you didn’t just draw it in the air with your finger or something, or describe it with a lot of more common words you did know. Plenty of ways to bypass occasional missing words.
(source: habit of learning about something cool in one language, then having to explain it in another)
In the whistle case, I was specifically being asked to name the object as part of a lexical inventory to evaluate how much of a deficit I was running; the point was to come up with the word “whistle.”
In the wheelchair case, I would generally bang on the wheelchair I was in and say “this thing.” The issue wasn’t that I was unable to communicate, the issue was that I’d lost access to perfectly common words.
Hope that clarifies matters.
Similarly, people understand me perfectly well when I not conjugate sentence properly, but is still frustrating when I know is wrong but cannot say right.
When I’m trying to remember a word, I get a lot of associated detail, usually including something about the sound of the word. Initial sound, number of syllables, that sort of thing—did you get something about the sound?
Very very rarely. Usually if I could get to a confident feeling about the sound-shape of the word, I had the word.
This contrasts with my normal word-search experience, which is similar to what you describe, and I suspect the exceptions were cases where I would have had trouble finding the word even without the anomia.