"Debbie Campbell and the staff at Superior Therapy have been an answer to prayer
for my son. We had been going to doctors, psychologists and tutors for 3 years before we finally found a program that
deals specifically with dyslexia. In just 6 months of therapy,we have seen the most improvement in his language ability.
I am an English teacher and have taught in schools and home educated for many years; I have never come across such an effective
reading program as the Barton Reading System. It breaks the English language down into small understandable pieces and
teaches spelling rules in a simple, explicit manner,different from traditional methods. Debbie Campbell is a Godsend
to our family and a truly gifted educator." - Mandy Mathieu, 2008
"My son had been held back in school. Even in ESE, he couldn't
keep up with the other students. He would not be allowed to go to the bathroom or go out for recess if he could not
complete the work. He had ulcers and abdominal problems. He would come home crying and depressed.Now he is homeschooled
and Debbie and Teri take care of his reading, phonics and spelling with the Barton Reading and Spelling Program. My
son has dyslexia, apraxia, dyscalcula, auditory processing disorder. Through the Barton Program and Debbie and Teri's
help, he is making slow, steady progress and HE IS FINALLY READING! I am so proud of him. Superior Therapy offers
a comfortable, happy environment that helps him excel. He enjoys coming and doesn't feel frustrated when he leaves.
The staff is loving, patient, kind and they work hard for him. They want only whats best for him and help you, as a
parent, when needed. My son has found the right place."- Julie Coonse, 2010
Superior Therapy has made such a big difference in my daughters ability to speak better and willingness to
eat different foods that we could never get her to try, let alone eat, before. She enjoys her visits with Mrs. Lara
so much that everyday when she wakes up the first question is "Am I going to therapy today?" It has been a
great experience and the therapist and staff here are amazing with her. - The Durkin Family,
Our son has been a client of Superior Therapy
since April 2006. Through Debbie Campbell's evaluation, we obtained the missing link about our son's academic difficulties.
We are so thankful because we would finally be able to help our son and understand what his learning needs were.
Debbie Campbell provided ongoing educational services, information, support and resources to help our son with dyslexia.
Debbie has always been available for questions, concerns and professional recommendations. Debbie Campbell is a life
savor. She is truely superior. - Valerie Cullum, 2010
My son, Dante, was
upset at first because he doesn't like new places. He got comfortable FAST though. He has so much fun here.
The therapists make his visits fun and exciting. He laughs, smiles, and comes back for more! As a mom, it feels
good to know he is in good hands during therapy. The therapists also give you great information and ideas for at home
too! :-) - Johnson Family, 2010
My oldest son had recieved services here
for the better part of 2 years when his insurance decided that he didn't need it anymore. Just after my youngest turned
3 was the first time I was able to get speech services for him. So about about 2 years all we (my husband, my youngest
and myself) heard was "I want to see my Emily...When can I see my Emily again?"
here is more than their certificate and professional accomplishments. In the eyes of my children, they are as dear as
an aunt or any other member of our family. Words cannot express my gratitude to all of the staff members at Super Therapy!
- With Warmest Thoughts, Amber & Joseph Galarza, 2010
My son is dyslexic. This isn't a label of what is wrong with him. It's a difference in learning. He learns
differently, he is not broken. He is DIFFERENT but last year, at this time, I didn't know that he was dyslexic. I simply knew
that things were not progressing towards him being able to master reading and that nothing I had done so far had changed anything.
No amount of evaluations nor days of therapy had changed where he was at. I was frustrated because I believed in allowing
him to be who he was but I knew there was something there that was blocking part of his potential. Don't get me wrong. The
little whippersnapper could memorize just about anything, work through any level of skilled problem and could "read"
context better than most readers. He soaked up knowledge but could not write or read. Despite all the things we had been told
about what kids "should" do developmentally, he had only just really started showing markers for being ready to.
I don't believe in forcing learning on those who aren't ready but once they are...well, let's see what we can do!
Last fall, I fought over the decision to fire my son's "therapists", realizing that they were not helping him.
I began searching for something beyond what I had been told was "wrong" and trying to find a fit for him that would
help him progress. I got into long discussions that sometimes, simply didn't end well. I was looking for evaluations not to
fit him into a mold but to figure out what his mold was made out of. It took trusting every bit of instinct I had to know
that I was doing the right thing for him in not just continuing to go to the therapist. My son came home that last time, crying
and banging his head on the van seat saying "I'm so stupid" and if that was the effect it was going to have...then
it's better to have a child who believes in himself and his own strengths than one who can read. A person who believes in
himself can learn to read. A person who has no faith in himself will never be able to accomplish what he is built to do. Therapy
was destroying what he knew about himself.
October, I was told that I should have my son "taken away from me" because of his deficits and forced to put him
in public school by an uneducated woman at a kid's campout. Why? Because she knew I homeschooled and my son couldn't read
at age 9. Never mind that over a year of therapy had yielded NO results and in fact, had led my son down a path of self-hatred
and resentment of anything to do with reading.
Last October, my son read his first book with me. We had worked
patiently for 2 months, doing basic reading and sight words. He wanted to earn his half of a DSi. He read the book. Less than
a month later, he couldn't recognize any of the words from that first book. He could memorize context and memorize the words.
He couldn't figure them out later. How was he going to take this fantastic vocabulary and incredible imagination and do anything
with it, if it was all locked away from him in his head?
We took a few months off from him reading anything. I
read to him. I read everything. Street signs, book covers, magazine articles, historical place markers, Percy Jackson books.
In short, I unschooled him back into understanding what reading was. It was life. It was all around us. It wasn't hard and
it wasn't painful and it wasn't something that made us stupid, it was something that let us see our world...differently. I
put reading back into perspective for him and used it to open things back up. I stopped allowing it to be an obstacle and
started encouraging him to draw again and draw me lots of pictures and then I would write captions out of what he told me.
We just lived. We didn't focus on what he couldn't do and we didn't try to force it.
And this past month, we went
to a different kind of therapist. One who knows dyslexia. One who talked to Alex with respect and with kindness and told him
that no way was there anything wrong with him. We were going to learn new tricks to take what was different about him and
learn to use it. And one who looked at me and said the best thing I had done for my son was to allow him to be himself until
he was ready and capable.
Reading to him? Great! Keep doing it! Not going to school? Not a problem! When I asked how
I could be involved in his therapy, they were totally on board with talking to us. Need time to discuss things, do it! Want
to come be in the room? Sure! They wanted to know more about HIM as a person, how he worked, what I thought they should know...they
were so open. They were so different. I have interviewed 10 different therapy groups
since A. was originally diagnosed with speech apraxia at almost age 3.
The group he had been with for over a year? Wouldn't
even meet with me when I requested he be evaluated differently and try to figure out what was missing in his therapy. They
told me "not to worry, he's doing fine." They didn't know he had dyslexia. They never even wrote it, dysgraphia
or any other forms of processing disorders on his evals or paperwork.
Today, as my son smiled and laughed at a
meeting, he turned his head sideways, looked at me and said "We've done more in two weeks than the other place did in
a year." He doesn't walk out of the door unhappy and no one tells him, "You aren't working hard enough." He
can tell the difference as much as I can.
I'm an unschooler. I believe in letting a child help guide you in how
they need to learn. I'm a parent, I care more for my son and making sure he gets what he needs than any other person in the
world, with the exception of his father. Well, maybe even him <grin>. You have to trust your instincts to do this. You
have to believe that you know your child well enough to meet his needs or find some way to get them met. You have to have
faith in yourself. I'm no more stupid or non-compliant than my son was and I refused to let others label either one of us
based on their misconceptions of what a child "should" be doing. We waited, we believed, I searched, and I researched.
Some days, I'm not just an unschooling parent, I feel as if I'm being unschooled. I'm forced to walk around and find it all
myself. I told the therapist today, "How do people know how to find you if they don't know what they are looking for?"
It's no different than birth. We're taught that ONE WAY IS THE RIGHT WAY. We're not told what we need until it's too late
to learn it from anything other than bitter experience and a few late night internet searches.
don't feel victorious yet. The victory isn't mine, it's his. As the coming days continue to strengthen what he knows and how
he has to learn it, I'll get to watch him grow. It won't always be easy but hard work has never been his problem. My job is
to put the tools into his hands and let him learn from them.
isn't neglect. It's learning from life and trusting that there is a path to
that learning, not forcing it. - Shannon