How I Overcame My Personal Disability with the Help of My Children
I still remember that day vividly. A boy named Jason was sitting across from me in the middle school cafeteria. He must have been annoyed with something that I had done. All I remember is him shouting out loud that at least he does not stutter. It can be a challenge to try and repress something that has hurt you. Some psyches can try and block out these painful memories, but there will still be parts of the memory that remain embedded in your mind. Several years later, I met Jason at a family restaurant and he was kind. Both of us had grown up.
The truth is that I am a stutterer. This, however, is an issue that I have been able to manage after serious speech therapy. This involves the fitting of an in-ear device that sets the pace with which I speak. There is still, however, the struggle of carrying out the normal conversations. When my daughter was growing, I had to read every book for her at a snail’s pace. I thought I could make her think that I was fluent if I did this. I preferred to sing to her instead of having to talk to her. There was an incident that forced me face the fear to speak, or I would have just continued with this. I was preparing myself in the bathroom when I heard the tumble. My daughter was laying on her side at the botton of the stairs. She just seemed to be fine as all she did was produce a little whimper. As I was holding her, I felt my hand turn sticky at the back of her head.
I had never called the doctor by myself. The booking of appointments was done by my husband or I would do it online. This incident had, however, happened during the day on a weekday and I could not get to my husband. I nervously went to the phone and called the pediatrician. I did not think about it too much and I did not have time to rehearse.
I took this first step without any help. Finding the courage for trying is the first thing to do when trying to make a change, according to the professionals. When the office manager picked the phone, I tried to explain the situation to her as clearly as I could. After she had understood everything that I had to say, she then explained and assured me that this was nothing serious. After following her instructions, my daughter healed. I then stopped skirting around my situation and read my daughter’s books without skipping a thing. It has now become easier as time passes.
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