You are not ill. You are very smart. As far back as I can remember, the symptoms of stuttering first appeared in my first grade at school, when I was pressured by the teacher to answer a question. It was as if my tongue had been pulled, and I could barely respond, with pauses and interruptions. Before that, I would sometimes speak in imperceptible, broken sentences, but that day was very difficult for me.
Back then, as now, neither family nor society cared about people who stuttered, and they didn't care about your recovery. My mother was in a lot of pain. She would take me to the clinic and the doctor a lot, and everywhere we went, they would give me special prescriptions.
School days and local prescriptions
Because I had a speech impediment, it was hard for anyone to make friends with me. During my 5 years in elementary school, only one person was my friend. I really wanted to communicate with the world, but I couldn't because of my speech impediment. When I finished my fifth year of elementary school, my family moved from the city to the capital, and I entered a much larger environment. The pre-high school period was 3 years and I was in my teens. My problems increased so much that I would sit in a corner in the schoolyard. Medical prescriptions were ineffective, and I remember that local prescriptions were that if someone ate an egg from a certain bird or the meat of a certain animal, they would get better. I was excellent in my studies, I had good intelligence, I got A’s in almost all my subjects until the eighth grade, and I was one of the smart students. But I was very quiet.
A painful experience that changed my life
I was in ninth grade, taking a science class, and the path of my life changed after that class. The teacher took me to the blackboard to ask me a question. He asked the question and I knew the answer, and the teacher didn't know that I stuttered. I tried everything I could to answer, but I couldn't, and some of my classmates laughed and some were shocked. And I was so devastated. I know the teacher felt sorry for me, and that day I walked the distance from school to home in tears and pain. At the same time, because I was studying in the morning and working in the afternoon, I remember the edge of my middle finger on my right hand went under the press and a piece of it came off, and the mark remains on my finger to this day. Over the course of about a month, as my finger healed and I stayed awake for hours at night because of the pain, I thought a lot about it at that young age and came to the conclusion that no one could help me but myself.
My solution to helping myself
Since childhood, I have had the habit, and I still do, of writing down problems and solutions, whether it's one solution or multiple solutions. I wrote down the issues:
- My larynx
- My ears
- My tongue
- Receiving information from the environment
- My understanding of the issues
- My response to the issues around me
Of the above items, #1 to #4, I was all healthy, and about #5, I knew what I was talking about, but I had trouble answering questions or speaking. So, I thought to myself, "Why do I stutter when I speak?" and I came to an important conclusion: I studied a lot and my circle of knowledge was high. At that time, I stuttered during reactions because I had to respond quickly to convey my knowledge.
I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't rush in responding to environmental issues because the listener, who doesn't want to escape, will wait a little longer. I started asking general questions and giving easy answers, and it was hard at first, but slowly, like a train on the right track, I overcame my stuttering. It took me about 3 years, if I remember correctly, to completely stop stuttering. Even now, sometimes out of a hundred sentences, I stutter one or two sentences and a word, and I don't let the listener notice, and I slowly correct it. I still teach at the university and I speak as easily as anyone else.
Let's not forget to write down the problems and find solutions. Dedicated to all the loved ones I know who are trying to recover. Masoud.si
I'm Masoud si , 63 years old, my work is in the field of construction, which includes residential, commercial, administrative and hospital projects.
In addition to my job, I also teach at the university, to provide my skills and experiences to interested individuals and future generations.I have a master's degree in project and construction management.
To be honest, I have learned the best lessons from being at work and university.I'm interested in reading, skiing, hiking in nature and mountaineering.
I have never been hopeless in life, even in the most difficult circumstances. I'm determined and I always try to achieve my goals.