4/2/2024 0 Comments That one stuttering song![]() In this space, they found commiseration and counsel, a room full of people who talked like them, who listened with rare understanding. The chapter met once a month for two hours to talk about what was important to them-challenges they’d faced, victories they’d claimed. In a warm, Southern rhythm he asked, “Are you here for the support group?”ĭan introduced himself as the group leader of our local chapter of the National Stuttering Association (NSA). At a large oval table sat a lone man with bright orange hair and dark-rimmed glasses. I’ll let you know.”Īt the designated hour, I arrived at a squat brick building on the campus of my local state college and entered a small, muggy room. Two nights later, car keys in hand, I told my mom, “I’m going somewhere to do something that could be really great or not. Whatever it was that I entered into Google-probably some combination of “stutter” and “help”-the very first search result was promisingly actionable. I was going to stutter the rest of my life, and I saw no way in which that life could be a good one. Despite years of speech therapy, I still stuttered as much and as noticeably as ever. I don’t remember exactly what I typed into the search bar I only remember being seventeen and hopeless. This is dis/fluent, a column by Sophia Stewart on stuttering, self-understanding, and disability in private and public spheres. ![]()
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