By Joan Bunting, January 17, 2013 — When I was a child, I stuttered very bad. I heard later when I was older that it could have been caused by my sisters and my older brother scaring me a lot. I don’t know how true that is, but could there be some truth in it?
When I was older and attending elementary school, the teacher would call individuals to read. What I would do is when someone else was reading, I would hold my breath so that if I was next, I would be able to start reading without stuttering.
There was a girl in my class named Barbara. I used to feel so sorry for her because she stuttered much worse than me. In Junior High School there was a boy in my class that stuttered terribly and the children would laugh at him. I’d feel sorry for him too. By the time I became a teenager, most of the stuttering had stopped. The only time I stuttered was when I got very excited or angry.
The people that never experienced stuttering don’t realize what a struggle it is.
Well, I don’t stutter anymore, but I’ll tell you a person that used to stutter, you can hardly shut them up, I know. People think I’m quiet, but don’t start me talking.