- I read somewhere that only like 1% of Americans stutter. But only 1.000000001% of Americans actually know what it is and how to react to it. (I didn't read that part. It's purely from personal observation).
- It's easier than writing and publishing a book.
- I'm tired of keeping all of this inside.
So, basically this blog is a peek into my life as a Stutterer. Hopefully, whoever is reading this, finds some sort of comfort in the fact that they are not alone. Stuttering sucks. It makes daily tasks that most people take for granted as nerve-racking as...well...I personally can't think of anything more nerve-racking than making a call or speaking in front of a group of people who have no idea what stuttering is. Stuttering controls every aspect of my life. I can't possibly imagine where I would be if I did not stutter. I know I would not be here. I know I would not have gone through the hell that I've been through. If I did not stutter, I could conquer the world. And that, I am sure of. No, I do not have a bad home-life. My life has been pretty serene. My parents are loving and brilliant. I grew up upper-middle class. I have no birth defects. I've been told that I am beautiful. Nothing bad has ever really happened to me. I don't have any deep-dark secrets and, as far as I know, I am not hated by any number of people. Basically, I'm pretty normal by society's standards. But I have a hole growing inside me. It's eats up all of my thoughts and opinions. It absorbs all of my strength and desire to do something grand and important and leaves me with a gaping mouth and muted tones.
I wish I could tell you this in person.
I wish I could call you up on the phone and share all of my wondrous plans to lasso the moon.
I wish I could stand up in front of your country, in your TV, in the middle of your living room, and say the words that can change the world.
I wish I could say my name without making you feel uncomfortable.
But I can't because I stutter.
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