It seems I have lived with someone who stutters my entire life. I grew up in a home with a parent who stuttered. My dad stuttered. He stuttered really badly when I was growing up, but now he hardly stutters at all. Everyone is different I know, but for him, he said stuttering became less of an issue as he got older and didn’t really care what people thought of him.
I attended a National Stuttering Association support meeting Thursday night with my daughter and husband. This meeting is held in Cincinnati, Ohio, about a two hour drive from where we live. We discovered this awesome group of people about a year and a half ago. Attending this meeting is well worth the drive.
My daughter stutters too. This is the reason we went to the support group. They are an amazing, welcoming group of individuals who openly share their struggles and triumphs. It is a truly inspiring time.
Some people embrace the person they are, stutter and all. Some people embrace the person they are yet aspire to have less or no difficulty speaking. Regardless of the camp, this group and the National Stuttering Association welcomes each person.