Asif
02-02-2005, 09:35 AM
Many years ago, I found myself at a drunken party in the Pulp-Mill town of Ocean Falls, British Columbia, Canada.
I made some kind of announcement, or other, I forget about what…
The other drunks dutifully endured my glacially slow and tortured attempts to get the message out past my lips,
and when - at great length - I had finished, one of them said:
"Easy for you to say!"
That was about the funniest thing I've ever found about stuttering. Everybody laughed - even me! But...
Stuttering is no fun.
If you stutter, you already know this.
It is one of the most insidious of handicaps, in that it can not be seen.
The listener is often left with the impression that the stutterer is either stupid, mentally subnormal, or stoned on drugs or drink.
I've often wished for ANY other handicap rather than the one I have: at least people would KNOW I had a handicap!
Stuttering has shaped my life: limiting what I might have achieved, preventing me from having any kind of ordinary existence, and setting me on a dangerous course that has led to mountains of trouble and hurt.
But even so, there has been a good side to this…
I wonder how boring and underdeveloped as a person I would now be, had I not been forced to deal with this affliction.
I made some kind of announcement, or other, I forget about what…
The other drunks dutifully endured my glacially slow and tortured attempts to get the message out past my lips,
and when - at great length - I had finished, one of them said:
"Easy for you to say!"
That was about the funniest thing I've ever found about stuttering. Everybody laughed - even me! But...
Stuttering is no fun.
If you stutter, you already know this.
It is one of the most insidious of handicaps, in that it can not be seen.
The listener is often left with the impression that the stutterer is either stupid, mentally subnormal, or stoned on drugs or drink.
I've often wished for ANY other handicap rather than the one I have: at least people would KNOW I had a handicap!
Stuttering has shaped my life: limiting what I might have achieved, preventing me from having any kind of ordinary existence, and setting me on a dangerous course that has led to mountains of trouble and hurt.
But even so, there has been a good side to this…
I wonder how boring and underdeveloped as a person I would now be, had I not been forced to deal with this affliction.