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Our battle to reclaim Matt’s autonomy and re-ignite his inner drive is a deeply collaborative endeavor. Outwardly, a list of Matt’s daily routines might lead people to believe that his effort, and ours, were targeting one deficit at a time. But in truth, as you have seen already, the focus on specific protocols rarely occurs in isolation, which can be a double-edged sword. While addressing balance, coordination, or fine motor dexterity, the central nervous system must provide sequencing instructions and corrections in tandem with biofeedback from our innate sensory network to facilitate performance. It gets messy or fails when any component is absent, executes poorly, or injects faulty signals. System-wide, Matt experienced a hodgepodge of inconsistent integration. It's like playing 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey,' with no one telling you which way to go or, worse, misleading you in jest.
Did we purposely include all these variables in our home programs? Not usually, but if asked, we could provide a reasonable physiological reason. Part of this knowledge was deeply rooted in us as physical therapists. It also came from years of raising children and learning from trial and error. Generally, most people have an instinctive sense of the natural order of development stages; they just don’t always think about it that way.
The essential set of cerebral processes—executive functions—is aptly called the mind's "air traffic control." The person waving the flag directs, guides, and coordinates resource management to achieve a desired goal—safe arrival at the gate or take-off down the runway. Matt’s air and ground controllers were understaffed and operating at a deficit, which affected his mental processing, self-awareness, and short-term memory. Consequently, re-establishing each action requires constant prompting, hints, gestures, demonstrations, prodding, and endless repetition.
Rather than a test score, a meaningful milestone was a glimpse of self-awareness when Matt started to recognize that his output (what he said or did) did not always align with his intent. This insight was humbling for us but pivotal for him because it enabled Matt to begin correcting his own errors.
Our experiences as physical therapists reinforced this philosophy: the injured mind benefits immensely from the repetitive signals of functional activities and patterns, even if those movements must be guided with "hand-over-hand" reinforcement. My boss, Peggy, an occupational therapist, witnessed how strictly we adhered to this principle: "When Matt needed assistance with basic personal care, Mike and Sarah made Matt do things, and would not be tempted to do something for Matt just to get it done in a timely manner. If it took thirty minutes to put on a sock, then so be it." That external observation was a powerful reminder that our agonizingly slow pace was not only necessary but professionally sound.
Peggy further validated our regiment's extreme demands. "Pushing Matt to participate, initiate, or continue tasks was an exhausting process." Despite having treated many people with neurological injuries, she had never seen—or suggested—the kind of intense daily pace we maintained at home. She recalled advising families to perform prescribed movements once a day, perceiving that was enough. In retrospect, she sees that her clinical mindset hadn't grasped the importance of practicing multiple times a day, six to seven days a week. Although our persistent approach was draining, our family embraced it to help Matt regain proficiency in all life competencies.
With Matt’s first-year anniversary behind us, we started the second year with straightforward yet ambitious goals. My journal entry outlined my wishlist: the ability to handle his AM care (shower, shave, brush his hair, and pick up after himself), prepare breakfast with minimal intervention, go outside whenever he wants, improve simple problem-solving, and learn to take initiative in identifying actions he can get better at.
By June, the markers we tracked, since he first came home, were falling into place. My journal from this period is a highlight reel of growth: Matt was getting in and out of bed independently, walking inside, climbing stairs, and even scooting his chair under the table. He was handling his personal care solo. Perhaps most notably, he had regained bowel and bladder control. His breakfast routine expanded from cold cereal to complex challenges like squeezing a grapefruit and using a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine. A banner day arrived when we both showered, made the beds, and finished a few chores by 8:23 am. Real speed demons.
Matt is doing much better at locating items in the kitchen. He has begun taking initiative to do a few responsibilities on his own, such as clearing the table, loading his weekly pill organizer, and closing the patio door and a window before we leave the house. On three occasions, he was able to make oatmeal all by himself when I wasn’t even in the kitchen. Matt shows greater awareness of lunch options by choosing soup and pineapple, finding items in the refrigerator, and making a sandwich for himself. These achievements still don’t earn a perfect score because, at times, he still gives me a blank look or struggles to pull it all together, but it is steady momentum, nonetheless.
We have been greatly encouraged by Matt’s ability to consistently carry out simple instructions, such as retrieving ice cream from the freezer, brushing his hair, or emptying the dishwasher. While we wish it were otherwise, some days are better than others; that's the nature of recovery, where "two steps forward, one step back" is the norm. The struggles persist, yet the overall trajectory is undeniable. Every buttoned shirt and every prepared meal is a testament to that success. These small, daily acts demonstrate that consistency is the stabilizing bedrock for rebuilding not only Matt's capabilities but also his dignity.
© 2026, Sarah Watkins