Seizing What Could Be
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
Perspective Disclaimer I am not a speech-language pathologist, nor do I play one on the internet. There are many fantastic SLPs already doing wonderful work. This three-part series has already analyzed my journey through school-based speech therapy and unveiled a soul-cleansing repentance to the SLPs of my past. In this article, you will find that
We who stutter need more speech-language pathologists with the courage and blunt honesty like what SpeechIRL demonstrated in their new article, “Just Stop with the Damn Disfluency Counts.” The pseudo-anonymous, united approach of this call-to-arms by SpeechIRL is commendable, and perhaps a foundation for a wider proactive movement—not just a discussion—to confront this aged-out stutter-counting practice. And that is how
During a recent engaging conversation with Dr. Hope Gerlach-Houck, I was able to talk myself through my thoughts on my own definition of concealment in stuttering. Dr. Gerlach-Houck—who is an assistant professor at Western Michigan University and a fast riser in the field of speech-language pathology—posed questions that challenged my long-held belief that I had always chosen to
It’s going to be one of the hardest conversations I will ever have. I already feel responsible for it without even knowing if it will come to fruition, but the likelihood is high. I have met many other people who stutter that have said, “oh, my uncle stutters” in response to the question as to
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
Growing up with a stutter was lonely and isolating. I lost my formative years to an unbearable social anxiety that denied me the opportunity to learn how to interact with others. I had friends. I played teams sports. I passed as socially fluent. I graduated college. And, I got my dream job. Yet, no one
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
I sat dejected across from a man that had just interviewed me for three hours. The interview was for a job that I had thought was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Afterwards, I no longer cared whether I got it or not. In the three hours, I had spent more time convincing the interviewer of
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