- Category: Personal Stories
- Published: Sunday, 30 May 2021 08:57
- Written by David Liu
Lani RoyStutter was a word I feared since I could remember, not only because I would block on the first “T” but because it was a word that I let define my every action. It decided whether I would raise my hand in class, join in on pick-up volleyball at lunch, or order through a drive-thru window.
Greg, front row, second from right, celebrating his sister's wedding
at St. Martins, Ottawa in 1974
It is interesting how certain events and situations can illicit powerful memories — memories that remind me of the ways stuttering can significantly compromise a person's quality of life.
God truly works in mysterious ways. My disability was my best friend all this time. It was a motivation from God to tell me never to give up and to develop my passion for languages.
When I hear the word “stutter”, many thoughts and feelings go through my head. This has been a word I have heard all throughout my childhood and is a word which I believed defined who I was. From the first moment around the age of 8, little did I know I would be entering a journey full of challenges, hardships, and strength.
I’m Michelle Weinshtein and I am a person who stutters. But I am also many other things — a 20-year-old young woman, a sister to 3 brothers, a daughter, friend, and student.