I have stuttered since I was about 5 years old. Back then and pretty much until I started on the McGuire program, stuttering was connected to a tremendous deal of confusion, anxiety, shame, and just generally the opposite of well-being. I don't think a lot of people around me even knew that I stuttered, or even less what it meant to me to stutter.
I am referring to the typical response I had to deal with for all of my childhood when I spoke in class or around other students. I was plagued by a debilitating stutter. Most of the time I dealt with it by being the quiet kid in class, and I was almost held back a grade because “quiet” was confused with “slow learner”.
Standing up to stuttering
"I have come to believe over and over again, that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. The fact that we are here and that I speak these words is an attempt to break that silence and bridge some of those differences between us, for it is not difference which immobilizes us, but silence. And there are so many silences to be broken."