#stammar

[ask-the-newsboys]

*sits everyone down at a booth* *sips tea* So, how's life? -Star (She is an awkward bean and I love her-Grammar)

Crutchie- *grins* Life’s great! The weather’s been real nice so far, so that’s great for sellin’ papes!

Spot- My rule in Brooklyn is still solid, even with all the time I spend here. Long as there ain’t a mutiny anytime soon, life’s alright with me.

Race- *shrugs* I got Spot. That answer the question?

Gazer- *smiles* I’m settlin’ at the lodgin’ house! Everybody’s real nice!

[mionorth]

ha en trevlig fredag #skog #stig #träd #stammar #bokar #soluppgång (på/i Rheden, Gelderland, Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdNaWyFKhLJmYw9hii3BGeOnqlnA-x_DC5UWMw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ask-the-newsboys]

See you tomorrow, Gazie!*finger guns away* Come on, Star! We gotta get back to the girl's lodging house soon. -Grammar

Crutchie- *grins and returns finger guns* See ya tomorrow, Stammar! Careful on ya way home, and’ watch out for the Delanceys!

[enzeth]

https://flic.kr/p/NN6fL5 Stubbe och sten #stubbe #stump #sten #rock #forest #skog #snö #snow #stammar #trunks #lingon #stone #trees #träd #landscape #landskap #series #serie (at Sandsund, Länsi-Suomen Lääni, Finland)

[didistutterproject]

Did I Stutter Redux

In its use as a phrase within the comedic parley of American televised comedy, "did I stutter?" is not actually a question, but is a rhetorical construct meant to convey frustration at not being heard. To read hear someone ask "did I stutter?" and to take it literally might cause one to gasp because the implication of the phrase is that to stutter is to need to repeat oneself. The minutiae of disability markers in mainstream conversations are rarely given time to be disability markers. The film style of the 21st century, for both television and movies, is cut up bits of actual life strategically fangled together. Perhaps one sees scenes go on for more than several seconds, but characters are not allowed to freely be characters for very long. The camera jerks. The background changes. To linger with these words "did i stutter" is to briefly recognize that dysfluency is not mere garble, because garble implies that something is said. Within the able-bodied capitalist world that creates television shows like The Office, the world whose image is only inverted when buffoonery is blatant, presence requires a smoothness that constantly cycles from one idea to the next, instead of lingering in an emotional moment. To stutter is to not say anything. This is not determined by the voice, but the border and lines which delineate full space from blankness. To stutter is to linger, not on a word, but on a syllable and further than just the syllable, the emotion underlying it. My most pleasurable stutters happen when I am full of excitement, so full that the expression of that excitement is a traffic jam on the highway. One letter falls on to the street, then the next one clutters behind it and all we have left is raw silence, as the formless enunciations yield to gasps for air. 

-Zach. Read more at didistutter.org.

[jaymieleannehorak]

b-b-b-but i'm tired of this sound!

I need to blog about this. Prepare for a vent.

My stutter is driving me INSANE. I must have said this 500000000 times already this summer. But really. I can’t handle it.

Kids ask me about it EVERY SINGLE DAY. Today, a PARENT asked me if I was cold. A parent!! Like what. Are you kidding me? You sound like a six-year old.

ALAS, I just sighed and nodded. Normally I explain, but I didn’t feel up to it.

You know what I HATE?

I hate when I tell someone that and I feel like I have to justify the fact that I didn’t explain it. People have said, “You should. They need to realize…" blah blah blah. I don’t have to do anything. If I don’t feel like telling every single person who is rude enough to ask me if I’m cold that I have a speech impediment that most people don’t know very much about, because I’m BUSY at the moment. 

My stutter has never been this bad in my entire life.

But this summer has been SO awful for me. It makes me want to cry every single day. I try not to think about it. I laugh about it when I tell my friends. But it hurts me physically and mentally. I feel actually sick if I think too much about it. 

How am I supposed to be confident, huh? How am I supposed to see myself as a valuable member of society when every time I open my mouth, I sound scared or cold or nervous or lying? 

I am sick of my stutter. I am sick of me. I’m sick of my mouth. I’m sick of my words. I’m sick of being scared. I’m sick of feeling stupid.

I’m so tired of all of it. I just want it to go away.

I want my stutter to just leave. 

I finally started accepting it as a part of me. But that’s gone. Because it’s SO horrible. I am so sick of six year olds asking me “What’s wrong with your mouth?" or “Why do you talk like that?" or “What’s wrong with your voice?"

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME

NOTHING

I AM A PERFECTLY HIGH FUNCTIONING ABLE PERSON

But instead I take the time to calmly explain what a stutter is.

My thoughts are clear I can talk perfectly when I’m alone If I sang you my answer, my voice would suck but it would be clear.

You know when I don’t stutter?

I don’t stutter when I write or think or dream or process or laugh or cry or hug people or show people my love through actions or gifts

I stutter when words try to leave my lips

And I take deep breaths And I slow down But nothing works And it bugs me so much.

=(

[jaymieleannehorak]

The pressure that underlies stuttering also generates the ambition to succeed — to succeed hysterically and on the same field as the original failure: somewhere within the world of words. Very few stutterers I've ever met yearn to become glassblowers.

Dead Languages: A Novel by David Shields

[jaymieleannehorak]

[Listing stutterers] Moses, of course, whose Ten Commandments tablet God rived in half to remind him he couldn't control language.

Dead Languages: A Novel by David Shields