<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:08:42.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inarticulate Masterpieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-8471124927022762982</id><published>2008-11-10T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:51:22.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming atlanta weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for some reason, the school counselor at my school has kind of adopted me into her family (she has 5 other girls as well). i have been invited to go with her, her husband, and the youngest two girls to atlanta to visit the oldest two girls and their husbands. im super excited! that being said, im also a little anxious. i dont really know how to approach this. i like to have a “stuttering game plan” going into new situations, but im not sure how to handle this. there will be 10 other people there besides me, only 4 of whom i already know. im pretty sure theyre all aware that i stutter. in fact, the oldest daughter is an slp in a school system. but herein-lies my first predicament: they all know i stutter- should i still "disclose" that i stutter?  i mean, im going to be introduced (or have to introduce myself) to 6 new people. do i just go ahead and put it out there that i stutter, even though it will be obvious when i open my mouth? usually i find it puts people at ease and makes the listener more comfortable if i go ahead and acknowledge my stuttering, but sometimes its just nice not to have to “explain” myself, ya know? to just be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres gonna be 11 people in a room trying to hold conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i much prefer a small group and one-on-one conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its very difficult for me to join into conversations, especially with a lot of people whom i dont know very well. and from what i hear, this is a very talkative group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i know my tendency this weekend will be to stay quiet and not attempt to join into conversations. it wont be so much that im avoiding as it is that sometimes stuttering is hard work and its just not always worth the effort. however, if i stay silent, i also know i will feel guilty and kick myself later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but heres the thing im most worried about: were going to breakfast saturday morning. i hate ordering at restaurants. i try not to order things just because theyre easy to say, but its also frustrating when im blocking and the server is trying to guess what im saying while everyones eyes are on me. i could just tell the server up front, “look, i stutter so please be patient and feel free to ask me to repeat anything you dont understand.” the problem with that is 1. just that will probably take me a minute to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. sometimes i worry that makes everyone im with uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then, when its time to order, lets say i want pancakes and bacon. i know i block on p’s and b’s, so i can either 1. just point to the menu and hope they get it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. stutter my butt off and order what i want, or 3. ask for waffles and sausage instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 is the easiest, but is also the most shameful. 2 is the scariest, most frustrating option, but its also the most rewarding and self-respectable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i still have a couple days left to get a “stuttering game plan” in place, but i wish i didnt always analyze things so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sometimes stuttering makes the simplest things so complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-8471124927022762982?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/8471124927022762982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=8471124927022762982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8471124927022762982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8471124927022762982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/11/upcoming-atlanta-weekend.html' title='upcoming atlanta weekend...'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-4827926073901360828</id><published>2008-10-16T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:04:12.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freiheit- German for Freedom</title><content type='html'>this actually happened over the summer, but it was so huge for me that i wanted to share:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in atlanta in july visiting some friends and hanging out at my roommate's childhood home. my roommate's mom took us out for lunch one day. we went to a german restaurant near stone mountain. im not around my roommates mom often, but she is very aware i stutter. i still knew that ordering would probably be a bit uncomfortable. i didnt imagine it would do down quite like this, though. the waitress came to take our drink orders. i let them go first, and then i was going to tell her what i wanted. i already promised to myself that i wouldnt order something just because i thought it would be easier to say, so when it was my turn, i willed myself to order sweet tea, expecting i would probably block on the initial "t" of "tea." well when i went to order it came out, "ssssss- uh, suh suh swwweeeet t.......ea." i remember being somewhat surprised i got stuck on the "s." i cant recall if it was a voluntary stutter that turned real or not, but i tried to stay in it. however, i did avert my eyes. the waitress laughed and then left. i was a little embarrassed, mainly because this was in front of my roommates mom,  but i decided to let it go (trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, knowing that sometimes people laugh when they are not expecting me to stutter or just feel unsure how to respond). but then, when the waitress returned with our drinks, she gave the other two their drinks and then as she handed me my tea said, "heres your ssssssssweet tea," and then left.  i was speechless, honestly too shocked to say anything. my roommates mom said, "dumbass," and then excused herself to go to the restroom. i was dumfounded that someone could be so intentionally rude and ignorant. this was a grown woman, probably late 20's; i felt like i was still in middle school. i took a second to calm myself down (i was angry, embarrassed, and tense) and decided that i was going to say something to her, as i could no longer let it pass as her just being caught off guard. i really hoped that she would come take our order before my roommates mom returned, as i didnt want to make things more awkward for her. turns out, before she went to the restroom, she confronted the waitress about it, saying that what she did was rude and embarrassing and explained that i have a "speech impediment." anyway, her mom came back before we ordered, but i still felt like i needed to say something. i didnt want my roommate, her mom, or the waitress to think that i couldnt stand up for myself just because i stutter. so the waitress comes to take our food order. again, i ordered last. when i did, i purposefully looked the waitress in the eye (even though i was completely terrified at this point) and stuttered all over myself as i said, "im going to order now. and im probably going to stutter quite a bit. i would appreciate it if you waited and didnt laugh this time."  man, it felt so good to say that!  :)  like i had just ran a marathon or given a keynote speech or something! the waitress backtracked so fast, it was almost humorous. she was like, "no no! i wasnt making fun of you. like i was telling her (roommates mom), i just thought you were unsure whether you wanted sweet or unsweet tea. people do that all the time when they order. i would never make fun of you. i have a two year old son who stutters. im sorry." whatever! there was so much that i wanted to say in response to that, but figured it wasnt worth the effort. i had stood up for myself and made her aware of my stuttering, and i felt that my intended goal was accomplished. i was walking on air, and to add to that, instead of my roommates mom being embarrassed or uncomfortable, she told me how proud she was of me that i stood up for myself and said something to that waitress. just shows how often i mind-read and underestimate people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even months later, i still think almost daily of that experience and how it made me feel. when i get anxious over a speaking situation or have thoughts of avoiding, i remember how good i felt when i stood up for myself and said what i wanted to say when i wanted to say it. dont get me wrong, i still avoid sometimes or stay quiet, but those instances are less frequent now. i have proven to myself that i can let people know that i deserve to be treated with respect. i have learned that the world will not come crashing down if i do have a hard block or if i tell people straight up, "look i stutter. just chill out and let me get my words out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a good feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-4827926073901360828?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/4827926073901360828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=4827926073901360828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/4827926073901360828'/><link rel='self' 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my masters.  well that plan may soon be crumbling before my eyes.  not because i cant do it. not because others are telling me i cant do it. but because of pride. because i dont see stuttering as a disabilty for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's what im trying to say. a couple weeks ago, i went up to the college to deliver the paperwork of a girl whos student teaching at my school. her supervisor is the graduate chair and i saw some info. on grad school in her box outside her office. i took a look at it and there was an application for a portfolio presentation, which apparently is a requirement before graduation. it pretty muched freaked me out, not because i cant do it or because i dont want to do it, but because i know it will take me a while to get through it. in undergrad, my professors were always cool with time limits and stuff. in class presentations, i was never given a time limit. at the end of every semester we had to go through a "checkpoint" which included a presentation. no problem. i was comfortable with my mentor, who was on the panel to which i had to give the presentation. and i also was excused from the time constraints.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that being said, the professor who is in charge of the grad program is quite different than my undergrad mentor. she was one of the most intimidating professors for me to talk with and is known at times to go on "power trips." i never had any problems with her while in her class, but i know how she can be.  part of this is just me worrying for nothing and overanalyzing, but i fear that she will tell me that if i want a time extension for my presentation that i will have to register with Student Disability Resource Center (SDRC).  this is something that i am strongly opposed to. i guess when you think about it, its kind of ironic, since im in the field of special education and work with students with disabilities. however, i DO NOT view my stuttering as a disability. i am very capable of doing all the work of grad school, including oral presentations- i just need some extra time. so even the thought of going through SDRC and registering my stuttering as a disability doesnt sit well with me. maybe its just a pride thing. but right now where im at, i refuse to do it. now every since i saw that stuff in her box, im been overanalyzing this situation and re-thinking grad school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my old professor, who was also my mentor, and happens to be like my second mom, was in her office a few days after i saw the application for the portfolio presentation. i shared my concerns with her about it. her first response was, "hey- why not work the system?" (she can say this because she has a son with a physical disability who will be a freshman next year and is considering going through sdrc so he can get a free laptop- haha) "because the system was always against," i told her. she completely understood my reservations. she said to just talk with sdrc and the grad chair and see what they think, that it might not even be necessary. she also suggested that maybe if i could just get a speech therapist to do an evaluation of my speech and write up my needed accommodations, maybe that would be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i emailed sdrc and they said, yeah i should go through them. which is completely what i was expecting. i mean, thats what theyre there for. i mentioned the evaluation to jill and she offered to do it for me. im a little hesitant about it, but i dont have to decide quite yet. i just avoided talking to the grad chair- haha. i had lunch with my professor/mentor yesterday and we talked about it again. she made a good point- that as a program (special education), she would hope that they would be willing to work with me and help me get my masters. she also informed me that even though dr. l is the grad program chair, the decision would ultimately be a program decision. that is definitely reassuring to me because i had the chance to prove myself to the other professors and they know that i am intelligent and capable and a dang good teacher! ;) anyway, at lunch my mentor offered to talk to the chair for me, just to run it idea by her first and then once she got a feel for her response, i could talk to her. so thats where its at right now. and im still overanalyzing it- figures. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-3937497990830447692</id><published>2008-03-20T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:06:42.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>driving to work this morning, i was still feeling really bummed about the phone conversation with jill and just couldnt seem to stop beating myself up. i plugged up my ipod and decided to listen to some stuttertalk. i had a few episodes that i hadnt had a chance to hear yet. the one that i was listening to had kristen chmela, a clinician and pws. that was exciting to me, as female stutterers arent as common as male stutterers. anyway, so im driving along, just enjoying the beautiful sunrise and a cool podcast, and i was starting to forget about how upset i was. then the topic of breathing came up and i got real tense. the basic thought was that, "if youre alive, youre breathing" and it really isnt an issue in regards to stuttering.  it just felt like a huge slap in the face to me. something that is so real to me and such a huge part of a my struggle i felt like was just completely dismissed and mocked. i really took that to heart, which i guess in a way is silly since these are people that i dont know and have no clue who i am, but it just reminded me of how much i hate having to deal with it and how it is one part of my stuttering that i am really insecure about.  it is something that is very much a real thing to me so it really sucks to hear people shrug it off or joke about it. to me, breathing (or lack thereof) is a part of my stuttering and it hurts to hear people say that its not. i dont know, maybe im just being overly sensitive right now because im just completely exhausted, but it was painful to hear to this morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-3937497990830447692?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/3937497990830447692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=3937497990830447692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/3937497990830447692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/3937497990830447692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-917148695752393102</id><published>2008-03-19T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:52:08.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar 19, 5:28 pm   98m 39s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this is what the screen on my phone says right now and i cant stop staring at it. i keep beating myself up over it. it was supposed to be a 3 damn minute phone conversation showing off how much easier i could say the "f" sound, and instead it turned into a "thing" that lasted 98 minutes and 39 seconds. what the f? i felt horrible because i wanted us to have a positive conversation for once. really, i wanted her to have a successful conversation with me. i wanted to show her how what she had shown me was finally started to make a little sense. i had a 2 and a half hour drive home from the workshop so i was just playing around with my words and paying really close attention to tension and struggle and trying to get a feel for what it felt like when i was blocking and what it felt like when i was speaking easily. i was finally able to notice the tension while still in the block and release it until i could move forward. this was HUGE because normally in the moment of a block i am completely unaware of whats going on, making it hard to stutter easily, with less tension. i was pumped, let me tell you, because i knew that my speech was really tense and that not being able to realize the tension was keeping me from letting go of the stutter. not even sure if this is making sense, but to me it does. and i was ecstatic! it was something jill and i had talked about, and since she told me to practice the "f" sound, that is what i did. i thought shed be excited, plus i knew she had kinda had a discouraging week, so my hope was that shed feel a little better and maybe a little more confident. plus, shes my friend and i wanted to share this with her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;now, the thing is, the phone is horrible for me. i mean, absolutely terrible. its the one thing that i still consistently avoid. we have only talked on the phone once before, and she called me so i mainly just listened and hit a few buttons. haha. today i had been having a pretty rough speech day, but i  had been driving for a while and felt relaxed and confident.  i thought id give it a try. i sent her a text asking if i could call (yeah i know someone probably will say that i shouldnt have to do that, and maybe i dont, but i did) and she said yeah. so i called. and i was pleased with how things were going. dont get me wrong, i still stuttered. and some were hard and long and down-right ugly. but daggumit, i was talking on the phone and not avoiding and i was saying what i wanted to say without re-wording. to me, that was a success. and then....well, to be honest, im not sure what happened. things just started going downhill. my blocks were becoming way more tense and i tried to force my way through them; my breathing got way out of whack and i couldnt get that under control. i know there are many people in the stuttering community who think that breathing isnt a secondary and that any talk of breathing in regards to stuttering is just bogus. sure, everyone knows how to breathe. breathing has no place in stuttering therapy or even in stuttering conversations, unless its to talk about how ridiculous it is to be talking about breathing. i dont know what experts or research say about breathing. all i know is that when i start blocking a lot, i get worked up and take a lot of short, rapid breaths or hold my breath. its not intentional. i think it may start out as a way to get through the block, but it quickly escalates into something more.  its like i literally cant breathe. i remember as i kid my mom would just pick me up and hold me in these moments. it was the only way i would relax.  i would just feel all the tension and struggle escape as i focused on her breathing and matching my breathes with hers. i know it sounds stupid. and trust me, i feel stupid when it happens. breathing should be involuntary, but in these moments its not for me. and when i get like that, all i want is for someone to scoop me up like momma used to. but im a 22 year old girl now, so thats not quite as acceptable now. :) but to be honest, i still have to watch my friends shoulders sometimes. i have one friend whos real affectionate or whatever, and shell put my hand on her shoulder so i can feel her breathing, or shell hold my arm and squeeze it on every inhalation. now, let me stop right now and just go ahead and say, i know this sounds completely ridiculous. (if anyone even read this) im sure there are people who will think im a nut-job. some will just think im making this up. i can also bet that at least one person will think im having a panic attack. ive gotten that before. and i absolutely hate that! ive read or heard that in some ways, stuttering is like ptsd and each stutter is like a panic attack as old stuttering moments are re-lived. i think there may be some validity to that, im not sure. but i dont think thats the case with me. who knows? maybe thats exactly whats going on and i just dont want to admit it. what i do know is that i absolutely hate it. it is noticeable and weird and completely embarrassing. i worry a lot that people will see me as less intelligent or weak or broken because i stutter. this just compounds the problem, because here i am struggling to do a most basic human function that a baby can do while still in the womb, and yet this 22 year old girl cant? its one of the things i hate most about my stuttering. and it happened tonight on the phone with jill. things just kept getting worse. the guilt and shame kicked in big time. she was supposed to go to the gym and was talking to me on her way there. then because the conversation was no longer going so well, she had to sit outside her gym for well over an hour just waiting while i struggled with my words. i kept offering to let her go but she wanted to finish talking (at least thats what she told me). but i felt like a jerk for taking so much time. i completely interrupted her schedule and ruined her plans for the night. of course that only made me feel even more rushed, which did nothing but increase anxiety and frustration and consequently, my stuttering.  it was just a viscous downhill cycle. my breathing, and head jerking and eye blinking, got so bad at one point that i had to pull over on the side of the interstate so i could talk. how pathetic is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i just felt so bad because all i wanted to do was show her the progress i had made in saying "f" words, to have a short, successful phone conversation with my friend. instead, i upset/worried her and made things even worse and more awkward and uncomfortable for us. oh, and get this- i cried. yeah, i know. i never cry. ever. my friends joke that i have no heart because i just dont cry about things. and on the rare occasion that i do cry, its alone. in my room. not where others can know about it. yet there i was, on the phone with jill, crying. and it wasnt an all-out cry-fest or anything. but crying, nonetheless. i felt so pathetic. like the stereotypical stuttering girl, insecure and emotional, crying about her speech and having a pity party.  but that wasnt it. i dont know how to explain it, though. i was crying not so much over the stuttering as i was crying about the friendship. it wasnt that i was stuttering; it was that i felt like i couldnt communicate. i dont have a lot of really close friends, but i really want to be friends with jill. it just seems any time we try to really talk, i ef it up. not because i stutter. but because i let my stutter interfere and because of my response to it. wow- as i typed that, i realized how huge that is. at least i think it is. or it could be. maybe?  gonna need some time to think that through and develop that idea more.  i was sad because its not fair that jill should have to "deal" with any of this. she shouldnt have to learn to wait and not finish my sentences. she shouldnt have to learn how to help me or respond when im blocking or getting worked up. she shouldnt have to sit in her car, in the rain, for an hour and a half, just because shed feel guilty if she got off the phone with me to go work out. she shouldnt have to have a phone conversation that shouldve taken 5 minutes turn into a 98 minute ordeal. i dont want her to think, "i dont have the time/patience/energy/strength/whatever to talk with her right now." but i fear thats whats happening, since this seems to be how our conversations play out every time. and i hate it because i feel like she doesnt get to see or know the real me. i hate that she sees me as an anxious, stressful, worried person who gets worked up easily. ask any of my close friends or my family and they will tell you im one of the most laid-back, easy-going, chill girls ever. i rarely get upset (even at times when i probably should) and think most things arent a big deal. even, believe it or not, when it comes to my speech. not that i could ever convince you by reading this blog. but honestly, my stuttering doesnt bother me on a day -to -day basis. not saying by any means that im completely cool with my stuttering and accepting of everything that it entails. but i usually dont get worked up when im having a bad day or when someone reacts negatively to my stuttering. i just kinda roll on with it. that probably has a lot to do with my faith. i dont know. im tired and rambling and feel like im not making any sense. but i just needed to get these thoughts out in writing so when im not completely exhausted i can process them a little better. there a several other thoughts, insights, ideas, questions i have about tonight, but its a quarter till midnight and i have to get up and teach in 6 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;98m 39s... and the worst part? i didnt even get the chance to say the damn word "fish." how 'bout them apples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-917148695752393102?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/917148695752393102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=917148695752393102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/917148695752393102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/917148695752393102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/03/mar-19-528-pm-98m-39s.html' title='Mar 19, 5:28 pm   98m 39s'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-340833013398138300</id><published>2008-03-18T21:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:49:47.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>putting my stuttering out there (cont'd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so like i was explaining, my goal lately has just been to put my stuttering out there and just acknowledge it.  however, i was at this workshop with the state doe yesterday and today and there were sped teachers and slps there. now, i went in planning on just stuttering away and not re-wording or avoiding or anything like that. that way the tendency to try to hide it would be eliminated and so id kinda be forced to just be open about my speech. that was the plan. and i think i did a good job of stuttering. :) i stuttered a lot, some easy, some with a lot of tension. my secondaries were pretty rough though (which wasnt part of the plan, but oh well!). i was nervous as crap because i was surrounded with speech therapists, and this presented a problem. i cant explain it. its like the second i know someones a therapist, i get tense and struggle with my speech and try to force things out. i had some really hard, tense blocks with the one particular therapist. she was actually cool and didnt freak out or anything. anyway, the point is, i had a realization today. several actually. and today turned out to be not such a good day even though i had some "epiphanies," but ill save that for another post. what i realized was that with most people, i straight up say that i stutter. with most speech pathologists, i dont do that. for some reason, i dont acknowledge my stutter, at least not in the sense of just coming out and saying, "i stutter." i dont know if its just because i assume theyll figure it out on their own so theres no need for me to say it. i dont know if, on some level, i fear that theyll go into "speech mode" as i call it, analyzing everything i do, remembering things theyve learned in school, and try to give me therapy while were talking. i dont know if i worry theyre gonna view me as a client instead of a colleague and professional. maybe its because i feel i can just stutter and not have to explain myself. im not sure what it is. and im not sure yet what it means. its just something i noticed the past few days. it might be something, it might be nothing. i havent had time to really think it through yet. but while it was fresh on my mind i wanted to get it out.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what i do know is that when i go ahead and put my stuttering on the table and acknowledge it to my listener, i usually tend to be more at ease and relaxed and not as focused on when im gonna block. so far im into this "advertising thing." well see how well i keep that attitude. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-340833013398138300?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/340833013398138300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=340833013398138300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/340833013398138300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/340833013398138300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/03/putting-my-stuttering-out-there-contd.html' title='putting my stuttering out there (cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-505725105833013330</id><published>2008-03-18T21:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:48:36.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>putting my stuttering out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so ive been working on this here lately. not that ive ever really "hidden" my stutter, because lets be honest, thats not really possible. but there were definitely times when i tried to hide it, by avoiding or substituting or acting like i forgot what i was gonna say or whatever. when i feel pressure to not stutter, i tend to stutter more. if i just allow myself to talk freely, even if that means stuttering, i usually have more productive speech. when im in new situations, its usually best to just be like, "so i stutter. just putting that out there." then theres no fear of, "what if this person finds out i stutter?" i take the unknown out of the equation. however, there are certain situations in which i desperately do not want it to be known that i stutter, usually when my intelligence or competency is in question (or if theres a hot guy around haha). so this means that when i went on my job interview, i didnt want my principal to know i stutter. when i met my students' parents for the first time, i was nervous they would think i would not be an effective teacher because of my speech. when talking with other teachers or administrators or service providers, i constantly wonder if they think im less intelligent than them just because i dont talk as smoothly as them? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the truth is, i am an intelligent, competent, valuable person and an excellent teacher. so what if i stutter? if i am ashamed of it or make it into a thing, others are more likely to respond in the same manner. so, ive been working on just putting my stuttering out there. its not like others cant tell that im stuttering, so i might as well acknowledge it and put myself and others at ease with it, ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;as ive been doing this, ive been consistently and pleasantly surprised with how people have responded to my speech. a few examples: when i told my principal that i stutter, she was completely cool with it. she wasnt concerned with my teaching ability or anything at all. just supportive. and it turns out her son stuttered when he was younger. back in the fall i had to file an insurance claim and it had to be done on the phone. the lady with whom i spoke was incredibly patient (as i struggle a lot with phone conversations) and we had this conversation about how her grandson had started stuttering and how she knew it wasnt because i was nervous or shy or anything. monday of this week i had to go turn some paperwork in at the school board. when i went into the curriculum director's office, i was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts that she would think i was nervous or unconfident and shouldnt be teaching in her county. i decided not to say anything about my stutter and just say as little as possible. well i ended up having to stay in there longer that i thought because i had to finish some paperwork stuff. my phone vibrated when i got a text, and she made a comment about it. we began talking about cell phones and text messaging. i figured that would be a good way to casually mention my speech, i just kinda was like, "yeah, i stutter, so i really like text messaging." she said she hadnt even noticed that i stuttered until i said something. then we had this cool conversation about stuttering. her nephew stuttered when he was little, and her son had a friend who actually transfered to his private school because he was teased so bad in public school. she mentioned that many scholars believe moses stuttered, which gave me an opportunity to explain how stuttering and my faith are so intertwined in many ways. i really enjoyed that conversation. and because i went ahead and said, "hey, i stutter," i wasnt so worried about when i would stutter, which allowed me to focus more on the conversation and just enjoy the beauty of communicating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;theres more i want to say on this topic, but it will have to wait until another day. peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-505725105833013330?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/505725105833013330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=505725105833013330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/505725105833013330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/505725105833013330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/03/putting-my-stuttering-out-there.html' title='putting my stuttering out there'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-8974767431649774869</id><published>2008-01-26T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:07:11.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting another female stutterer</title><content type='html'>so ive always hated therapists. for lots of reasons. but thats another post. so i had this really cool experience not too long ago...jill told me about this stuttering workshop presented by a lady who stutters and is also an slp. i wanted to go but i wasnt sure. jill convinced me to go- she thought itd be beneficial. so i signed up to go. it was on a friday, dec. 7. thursday night i almost backed out, but i found myself driving to savannah the next morning anyway. so i get there and feel sick walking into a room full of speech therapists. jill promised me i wouldnt have to talk, just sit and listen. yeah i wasnt in there 3 minutes and i had to speak to the whole group. awesome. the speaker, marilee, asked if anyone was not a speech therapist. i raised my hand. she asked what i did. uh....so i stuttered away. of course she knew then, so did everyone else. well good. at least we got that out of the way. she came up to me at the first break and pulled a chair up so she could sit while speaking to me. she asked if i was understanding everything, since some of it was "slp talk." i told her i was good, and what i wasnt sure of jill helped me with. we talked a little about teaching and that was that. i enjoyed the conference. mainly because i liked listening to marilee speak and it was the neatest experience to meet another female who stutters (or just another person that stutters, for that matter). were outnumbered 4 to 1, so it was really cool. i went up to her after the conference and told her i enjoyed it and that she was the first female stutterer i had ever met. she told me if i wasnt in a hurry to hang around and chat while she packed up. i ended up staying for about 45 minutes, up until she had to leave to catch her flight back to ohio. i left the conference with an indescribable feeling, simply because of meeting marilee. and it was even more awesome because she was successful and doing what she loved and speaking for a living, all while stuttering. i was quite impressed, especially when there were technical difficulties with the sound system and the hotel staff who were supposed to help her were very rude and inconsiderate. she didnt back down. she didnt just let it go. she was assertive and said what she needed to say and demanded respect, eventually getting the sound system problem fixed. i really admired that because i would have just shrugged and walked away, or at best gotten someone else to speak for me. also, it was encouraging because marilee spoke about her husband, and i always wonder if theres guys out there who would want to marry a stutterer. so now i know theres at least one. ha! hopefully theres more, preferably a little younger. :) anyway, meeting marilee was something that i will never forget. im glad jill told me about it and im glad i didnt punk out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-8974767431649774869?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/8974767431649774869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=8974767431649774869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8974767431649774869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8974767431649774869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-another-female-stutterer.html' title='meeting another female stutterer'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-299767295522887737</id><published>2008-01-18T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:11:22.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back to Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;"They say that hindsight's always 20/20&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just beginning to see&lt;br /&gt;The hurtful words meant to impress you&lt;br /&gt;Flow from the very heart of me&lt;br /&gt;Don't look now because my foot's in my mouth once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To take back the words that I didn't want to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Just praying that I'll find my way&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came before I ever really knew&lt;br /&gt;Regretting me, I left you&lt;br /&gt;But the sun set too early or the moon rose to quickly&lt;br /&gt;And now I must find my way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you" Matt Wertz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-299767295522887737?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/299767295522887737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=299767295522887737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/299767295522887737'/><link rel='self' 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I was reading an article on voluntary stuttering by peter reitzes, co-host of stuttertalk, this podcast i like, and he articulates so well an idea that i struggle to explain clearly to others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;During stuttering moments, many speakers feel confused and unable to think (Carlisle, 1985; Starkweather &amp;amp; Givens-Ackerman, 1997; Van Riper, 1982). This state has been described as a type of "dissociation" (Heite, 2001; Starkweather &amp;amp; Givens, 2003) - meaning that people who stutter try to separate themselves from challenging and emotionally charged speaking situations. Similarly, it has also been noted that speech tools and strategies are the hardest to use when they are most needed (Starkweather &amp;amp; Givens-Ackerman, 1997). One stutterer explained that during a stuttering moment, "We are so overwhelmed with all the things that we are 'supposed'to do that we become paralyzed, and can't do anything" (Klein, 2002, para. 8). Voluntary stuttering helps the speaker to stay "in the moment" when real stuttering occurs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;       this is exactly how i feel. its like when i block, everything goes blank. afterwards, i replay every second i can remember and think of the strategies shes shown me that i couldve used, but in that moment, i cant focus on anything except the black that seems to surround me. thats how it is with jill, but i dont think she understands this. i know shes shown me how to take a breathe deep in my stomach, how to put h's in front of my words, and how to speak in shorter phrases. all of these things are awesome when im at home or hanging out with my friends and practicing. ive gotten to where i can even use them sometimes in real conversation. but there are certain sounds on which i still get blocked and cant get past; its in these moments that the strategies cease to be beneficial.  shes told me to just practice using them all the time to make them habit, but right now it aint happenin. for some reason, when i go to talk to jill, its like i get into these blocks that seem so hopeless to escape. i focus all my effort on getting through the block that i forget to breathe correctly, h's become a non-existent letter in my alphabet, and i try to rush through whatever i have to say, thus neglecting to pause while speak in shorter phrases. i imagine its confusing/frustrating to her that shes shown me strategies that admittedly help, but when i speak with her i dont use them. i just wish she understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;i felt so frustrated. i wanted to run and let off some steam and clear my head, but it was cold and raining/sleeting so i couldnt. when i got home lindsay called and that made me really homesick. then later i was trying to tell ashton,  "id pay you back,"  only i blocked and it came out, "id ppppppp------, um id pppppp-----, um id ppppp-----, um id pppppp-----." i must have tried for almost a minute to get it out. then i just stopped, turned away and before i knew what was happening, tears were falling down my face. blah!  i hate it when i let this make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-8899915996679950144?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/8899915996679950144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=8899915996679950144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8899915996679950144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/8899915996679950144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/01/double-f_16.html' title='Double F!'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-3920649950899534564</id><published>2008-01-14T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:51:29.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-3920649950899534564?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/3920649950899534564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=3920649950899534564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/3920649950899534564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/3920649950899534564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/01/f.html' title='F!'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-7393627841042892293</id><published>2008-01-05T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:02:26.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relating to the storm</title><content type='html'>i wrote this the saturday after things got so bad with jill (ill explain later). i was hanging out with some friends during a much needed storm. we were watching movies, but i couldnt concentrate, so instead i wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s just something about the rain&lt;br /&gt;that makes these feelings ok.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in this storm&lt;br /&gt;these tears don’t seem out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder roars;&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of your anger echo in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The window is foggy,&lt;br /&gt;and my head is clouded.&lt;br /&gt;Lightening strikes&lt;br /&gt;As confusion grips my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the rumbling of the thunder can’t drown out your words&lt;br /&gt;That play over in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It’s storming out there as I’m dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful the rain masks the tears that I hopelessly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the stillness of the night,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could hear all these unspoken words-&lt;br /&gt;listen to all I could never say.&lt;br /&gt;I so desperately want you to see the beauty of these inarticulate masterpieces&lt;br /&gt;that remain locked behind my tangled tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you do not hold the key-&lt;br /&gt;but maybe some understanding could still unlock what’s kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the words I wrote and the ones you spoke&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can fix what was broke.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe you will listen to all I’m dying to say&lt;br /&gt;And save me from drowning in a sea of tangled words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now the rain and tears continue to fall in unison&lt;br /&gt;as it storms outside my window and inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Dec. 15, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-7393627841042892293?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/7393627841042892293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=7393627841042892293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/7393627841042892293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966473837002835035/posts/default/7393627841042892293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/2008/01/relating-to-storm.html' title='relating to the storm'/><author><name>Inarticulate Masterpieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767791371240445684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966473837002835035.post-6395505884638749051</id><published>2007-12-31T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:23:23.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons on Stuttering from Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>even while playing guitar hero im analyzing things. yes, guitar hero. my new addiction.  im pretty much obsessed with it- and i dont even own it. my brother brought it home for me to play over the break and now i want my own. but i digress. once i got the hang of the game, it was pretty easy to play (as least on the easy level, which is where i remained). only 3 notes, green, red, yellow. after a while, my playing became automatic. i would see a green note and instantly push the green "chord" while strumming. a yellow note drawn out? no problem- without thinking id play the yellow while doing a "whammy." my motions were smooth, automatic, flowing. yes, i was fluent when i played guitar hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one song, raining blood, that i could not get. i got booed off the stage every time i played it. i tried doing the tutorial, i tried slowing down, i tried re-doing the sections that i struggled most with. nothing helped. its like "raining blood" is  the sounds and words i get stuck on. it doesnt matter what i do- i continue to fail at saying them. ive tried therapy, slowing down my rate of speech, repeating the stuttered words. nothing helped. hmmm.... i gave up that song and went make to songs i had already mastered. i couldnt believe what happened- i was missing notes of songs on which i had previously gotten 95% accuracy! what in the world! after a few songs of frustration, i realized i was focusing too much on each note. i would see a green and focus all my attention on playing the green while strumming. i was so worried about missing it that i usually did. i would play too soon or too late. then i would forget to notice what was coming next and completely miss the next note before i even attempted it. my focus had been on the previous note and i neglected to prepare for upcoming ones. i slowly began trying too hard to nail each note and consequently missed more and more. my timing was off. planning was poor. i even noticed i would hold my breath during particularly hard or fast parts. when id redo a song, i would get more tense when anticipating a section of the song on which i knew i had struggled before. the more i tried, the worse it got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stuttering is everything you do trying not to stutter." Charles Van Riper&lt;br /&gt;i've always been intrigued with this quote. how could it be that in trying not to do something, i was actually doing it? i never really understood that growing up. and yet somehow it has always made sense to me, in some strangely familiar way. it was like deep down, i knew there was a beautiful truth in that. ive always found that when i was most focused on not stuttering, that when i was trying my hardest to get my words out, i would block the most. when i was surrounded by people with whom i didnt want to stutter, when i most wanted to share my thoughts with someone, my speech would be frustrated to the max.  in contrast, at home, where stuttering is not an issue for me or anyone else, i do not think about, fear, or anticipate stuttering. i just talk and speech flows naturally. i am not focused on my speech and do not put forth effort to get my words out. interestingly enough, this is when i am most fluent and my speech is most spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was, completely frustrated with my lack of guitar hero skills, but i enjoyed the game too much to quit. i became aware i was getting tense and noticed my infamous breath-holding taking place again. quickly the realization came that i was trying too hard and focusing too much. slowly i released the tension from my body, began breathing normally (or as close to it as i ever get), and just tried to enjoy "jammin' out" before my bro. took his xbox360 back to atlanta. not surprisingly, my awesome guitar skills returned to help me beat several of zachary's previous scores.  it was in the NOT trying, the letting go, the surrendering, that i was able to succeed at guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i block, even before i block, i anticipate difficulty. i predict trouble with a certain sound and will myself to get through it, whatever the cost. i try whatever i perceive as helpful to get the word out. put plainly, i try too hard to speak. when i block, there is noticeable tension and struggle. i am tight from my stomach up to my lips and everything in between. my abs tighten, my chest constricts,  my neck and shoulders tense and my head jerks, my throat feels closed up, my jaws lock, my tongue feels heavy, like its always in the way, my lips seem stuck together and pushing the words back down. i choke. i feel completely blocked.  i want to get through the block, but when i try its like i run into a wall and cant get passed it. i push and push but instead of making progress i feel like the wall pushes me back even farther.  instead of pushing and struggling and trying so hard and jerking my head and tapping my fingers and holding my breath and tensing up my whole upper body, i need to relax. the struggle is of no benefit, unless my goal is to do whatever i can to make my listener uncomfortable. like guitar hero, my speech needs to be free and smooth and enjoyable. i know the things i need to do- i just cant seem to do them. in the "stuttering moment," i cannot focus on all these things i need to do. i need to release the tension from my body, regulate my breathing, and just enjoy communicating with people. the struggle and tension must be gone. my articulators need to be relaxed.  it will be in the NOT trying, the letting go, the surrendering, that i will be able to succeed at speaking fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only speech were as easy and uncomplicated for me as guitar hero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966473837002835035-6395505884638749051?l=inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inarticulatemasterpieces85.blogspot.com/feeds/6395505884638749051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966473837002835035&amp;postID=6395505884638749051' title='0 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type='text'>trying to figure this thing out</title><content type='html'>hmmm....lets see. im a 22 girl and for almost 18 years ive dealt with this thing called stuttering. i know that its probably not that big of a deal, but at times it definitely feels like it is. for so long, ive been resistant to doing anything about it. im slowly changing my mind about that. i hate speech therapists (with the exception of one, but ill post about that later) so for now, im completely opposed to any type of speech therapy. where im at right now is just trying to understand stuttering and speech and myself and my blocks. i overanalyze everything way too much, and my speech is no exception. but instead of just being analytical in my head, i thought it might be more beneficial to write out my thoughts and ideas and questions and anything that relates to stuttering so that i can organize my analysis and hopefully make things more clear. im not "chasing the fluency god-" im just trying to figure this 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