“Every scientist has their own quirks.”
I guess you could label me as a scientist since I was working in a lab under the chemistry professor who said that. I quickly thought of what my own quirk was, and then it dawned upon me; my quark is my speech disfluency.
Throughout the latter half of my maturing years, I’ve had to come to an abrupt stop in the middle of my sentences because I physically couldn’t pronounce the start of the next word—vowels usually being the culprit, but sometimes even my own name got me.
We aren’t sure what provoked it. Thankfully, I didn’t experience any traumatic events in my childhood. The only thing we could narrow it down to was a concussion that took place in the fifth grade. From then on, my life took a turn. …show more content…
I would introduce myself, manage to blow past a few slides, and then it went to pieces. I had to get points for eye contact, so I had no other choice but to look my peers in the eyes as they were debating what on earth was wrong with me. By some means, I ended most presentations with an A, but that might have been because the teachers sympathesized towards me.
Eventually, when I hit high school, my disfluency caused some psychological issues to unfold as well. I’ve spoke with speech therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, you name it. Not a single one could do anything for me besides assign breathing techniques or prescribe anti-depressant medication.
Around this time, I thought back to a revelation I had when I was eight years old and realized my calling was to become a doctor, but one thing troubled me: how was I going to communicate with my patients? Not only that, but how was I going to enter the field of orthopedic surgery, my dream speciality, when I couldn’t even say the word orthopedic? These thoughts and many others haunted me day and night; they were what motivated me to keep working harder to make up for my deficiency in speech. It got to the point where I was working so hard that my stress was causing my speech deficiency to get
I guess you could label me as a scientist since I was working in a lab under the chemistry professor who said that. I quickly thought of what my own quirk was, and then it dawned upon me; my quark is my speech disfluency.
Throughout the latter half of my maturing years, I’ve had to come to an abrupt stop in the middle of my sentences because I physically couldn’t pronounce the start of the next word—vowels usually being the culprit, but sometimes even my own name got me.
We aren’t sure what provoked it. Thankfully, I didn’t experience any traumatic events in my childhood. The only thing we could narrow it down to was a concussion that took place in the fifth grade. From then on, my life took a turn. …show more content…
I would introduce myself, manage to blow past a few slides, and then it went to pieces. I had to get points for eye contact, so I had no other choice but to look my peers in the eyes as they were debating what on earth was wrong with me. By some means, I ended most presentations with an A, but that might have been because the teachers sympathesized towards me.
Eventually, when I hit high school, my disfluency caused some psychological issues to unfold as well. I’ve spoke with speech therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, you name it. Not a single one could do anything for me besides assign breathing techniques or prescribe anti-depressant medication.
Around this time, I thought back to a revelation I had when I was eight years old and realized my calling was to become a doctor, but one thing troubled me: how was I going to communicate with my patients? Not only that, but how was I going to enter the field of orthopedic surgery, my dream speciality, when I couldn’t even say the word orthopedic? These thoughts and many others haunted me day and night; they were what motivated me to keep working harder to make up for my deficiency in speech. It got to the point where I was working so hard that my stress was causing my speech deficiency to get