Ash and Bob Discuss Stuttering A Comic by Timmy, 9, from Washington, D.C.


I Remember


I remember giving one of my first presentations in school. I remember being nervous. I remember being scared.


I remember knowing that I was going to stutter, and I did.


I remember being stuck, on a word I simply could not say.


I remember the laughter spreading around the room. I remember the pain. I remember the shame.


I remember being unable to say my name. I remember hating myself.


I remember ever time I have ever stuttered, and have forgotten most of everything else.


I remember being too ashamed to talk to my crush.


I remember thinking that talking just a little, was more than enough.


I remember crying because of my stutter, having words in my heart that I could not utter.


I remember imagining what it would be like to talk fluently.


Hope This Helps You Too!


My name is Joe and I am 11 years old. I am kind and thoughtful. I am home-schooled and my mom is my teacher. I have been in speech since I was 6 or 7.


Some things I like are cars and designing them. I sent one of my ideas to Ford Motor Company but so far no response. I like going to my grandfather’s house with my dad. I like playing with his dog, named Hans. He’s a German Short-haired pointer. Hans likes me to throw the ball or stick and he returns it. He also likes me to chase him. Another thing I enjoy is going on the computer and looking at maps.


I am a regular kid and sometimes I stutter. If I get stuck on a word, I can take a breath and slowly let out the word. Another helpful hint is to start with the part of the word I know and connect it to a part of the word (or phrase) I’m having trouble saying. Hope this helps you too!


Joe, 11, from Northumberland, VA


I remember being snapped back to reality, realizing I will most likely stutter forever.


I remember feeling sorry for other because they had to listen to me talk.


I remember starting sentences over and over, only to stuck on the same word as before.


I remember thinking that nobody would ever like me.


I remember trying to find something I liked about myself, but I was unable to see.


I remember not being good enough, for anybody, or anything.


I remember being good at one thing though, embarrassing myself time and time again.


I remember not being able to see somebody who considered me a friend.


I remember just now, that these are not memories, but rather how I feel about myself right now.


Kyle, 10th grade Highlands Ranch, CO 17


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