What’s his name? It has stopped me dead in my tracks. W hen I hear the question, I lose all ability to say anything. I can’t even open stutter. My voice goes silent and the first sound of his name gets trapped for what seems like ages in the depths of all the times I’ve struggled to
Tag: Stuttering
Why do you talk like that daddy? The anticipation of this question hangs ominously as I wait for my son to learn how to talk. While a toddler, his innocence extends to adults who often express the same uncertainty without saying the words. By accommodating his curiosity, I have the opportunity to describe stuttering as
My son has experienced my stutter every day of his life. He has heard, seen, and felt it in all its glory, whether he knows what it is or not. I have never hidden it from him. When he was born, I made a vow to myself that stuttering will never stand in the way
What if you could learn what it’s like to stutter as you grow older, and then, once you understand, share it with others? This question remains the biggest problem still challenging the experience of stuttering. How come few who have navigated and transcended the afflicted state of stuttering turn back to pull others like myself forward into the
No one had ever told me that it was okay to stutter. When I learned that it really was okay, I never looked back. I could be filled with resentment and regret for having pursued fluency in speech therapy for a majority of my life. Fluency was always a far off mythical reality that was incomprehensible. Everything I
When I pull back the aperture from the grind of my journey towards change, I see clearly the catalysts that propelled me forward. The catalysts were the people who came and went or remain in my life that left an indelible mark. If you have been following along as I’ve deconstructed my journey through stuttering
Stuttering, to me, is a behavior of inaction and avoidance, rather than a stigma-laden disorder of speech. I fought for years against the inner life of stuttering and its side effects without a reprieve. I never won. Until I did. After many years failing to become fluent, I fatefully found a different approach that had been missing
Living on guard is exhausting. It consumed all of my energy to be that watchful for so many years, yet I had no other choice. I passed through life avoiding social interactions with the hope that no one would talk in my direction. I missed opportunities, friendships, jobs, and all of the everyday connections in between.
Unless someone tells you what it is you never feel it. It lingers in the background of your life, wearing down your resilience and leaves you unknowingly begging for mercy. Instead of acknowledging it, we numb our senses and bury its burden. It accumulates and compounds with each moment. It shapes who we are each day. It
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