Perfectly imperfect together.
Out With It is just the beginning of the conversation. Tell your stories of vulnerability, difference, stuttering and identity, for you or your family. Share your journeys, your hopes and your frustrations.
(A disclaimer and an apology: I’ve spent years looking for empathy when all I wanted, as it turns out, is understanding. I just wanted someone to relate to all the things I didn’t know I was feeling and say all … Continue reading
Me and my stutter have come a long way over the past three years. I don’t think we’re archenemies any longer; maybe, we’ve became amicable bed-fellows but I know we could be so much more. I’ve had my stutter for … Continue reading
Having a basic idea of what I wanted to say, but still not knowing exactly what to say, and with tears starting to stream down my cheeks, I started to speak: “I went to college for a long time, a … Continue reading
It has taken me a long time to get to this point, to tell my story. I have stuttered since I could talk. One of my very first memories of stuttering is when I had to stand up and give … Continue reading
When I meet with clients for the first time, I ask them what it will feel like to finally accomplish their goals. I ask them if they are scared of anything, and what they have experienced in the past that’s … Continue reading
It started when I was in third grade, or at least that is where I think it began. I had gotten some math quizzes back that were sub par. I had this idea in my head that I had to … Continue reading
“You Girl!” The sonic boom of his voice streaks high and fast across the room and collides violently with the top of my head. The impact leaves no external trace but beneath the surface it fractures. I feign ignorance but … Continue reading
I am 22 years old and my stammer has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Although it can vary on the size of a part it plays from time to time. I remember … Continue reading
I don’t recall much of my early childhood until about 3rd grade, that it is when it all started. In 2nd grade I was transferred from a public school to a private school, where I was bullied and picked on … Continue reading
My earliest knowledge of my stammer would have been at primary school, aged about 8 or 9. The other children used to mimic my speech which, at the time, seemed like no big deal. Coming from an unloving household, I … Continue reading