“Neerav please read the next paragraph out loud.” I feel my heart pounding and legs shaking while my sweaty palms struggle to grip the delicate pages before me. I stand up and begin reading out loud quietly, hoping no one can hear the unintelligible chaos that blurts from my mouth. The entire classroom feels muted while my voice sounds deafening, as if to emphasize every stammered syllable falling from my mouth. The forty eyes in the room then multiply by the hundreds, and increase by every minute I am standing.
Growing up with a stutter affected every decision I made in early adolescence. Since my first nursery book, speaking out loud resulted in frustration and embarrassment. Beyond my peers’ reticent yet pernicious judgment, I grew embarrassed
Growing up with a stutter affected every decision I made in early adolescence. Since my first nursery book, speaking out loud resulted in frustration and embarrassment. Beyond my peers’ reticent yet pernicious judgment, I grew embarrassed