Seizing What Could Be
With the end of most of the mask mandates, I am confronting an uncomfortable reality—showing my stuttering, again. I hadn’t anticipated the fear and anxiety of doing so after over two years of hiding. The gut-punch landed and left me scurrying to find my bearings. It isn’t that I care what people think of how my
At thirteen-years old, I attended a month long intensive fluency clinic to fix my severe stutter. If I didn’t do well, I would stutter forever. I didn’t do well. Fast forward eighteen years to a moment when I was answering questions as part of a talk I gave at the National Stuttering Association’s (NSA) annual conference. “Why do most people who
Every Waking Moment 