Category: Change

A Sample Size: Comparing the Present to the Past

“Hi, I’m looking for D…D…D…David.”  “Excuse me, sir. Who did you say?” “D…Da..Da…David, please.” I was at the car dealership yesterday to buy out my lease. I didn’t hesitate when I stepped up to the receptionist to ask for David, the car salesman I was there to meet. I walked through the door and asked,

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Disclosure: An Invitation to Connect

I take it for granted. I have no shame anymore. I can walk into every situation and disclose that I stutter without regard for the response.  I’m not arrogant. I’m honoring the journey that it took to get here. Self-disclosure is not unique to stuttering but an invaluable skill that we must learn to attain social competency.

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Why the Laughs Stop: Exploring Stigma Change in Stuttering

The ease of stuttering in front of new people is unsettling, as if it was more comfortable to do so with the expectation of someone laughing. It no longer feels like anyone will laugh or negatively react, and I don’t anticipate or expect it either. The unsettling nature comes from bracing for its impact for

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Action Before Outcomes: In Praise of the New Ground-Breaking Study in Understanding Change in Adults Who Stutter

Perhaps I have not read enough of the available academic research done on stuttering to date, or that which I have read has not been as accessible as Knowledge Without Action Means Nothing: Stakeholder Insights on the Behaviors that Constitute Positive Change for Adults Who Stutter conducted by Dr. Naomi Rodgers and Dr. Hope Gerlach-Houck. As I

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The Well: Why We Must Surrender to Our Limits

The urgency to live life to its fullest, to do the most that we can with the time that we’re lucky enough to receive, seems more urgent to someone like myself who lives with stuttering. This is the case because as superb writer at The Atlantic John Hendrickson proclaims we who stutter live our lives on delay until we

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Poem: The Well

The Well Each day takes its fillSome moreSome lessOthers, too much.  Each cup starts fullThen goes down the bottomless hatchQuenchinglife and progress. When we go back to the WellTime in time againWhat remains lessensAbsorbing without refilling. The Well knowsBut the bucket doesn’t—  The bucket receives less and less,The drinker only droplets until nothing.  Leave the

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