I'm left handed: there is no cure!
I'm not sure if I was born this way.
My father broke my arm in a tragic sunblock lotion accident at the beach when I was 18 months old: it was my right arm.
Maybe this break came at a pivotal stage of development, and I just adapted by using my left hand.
At school when learning to print, the teacher kept making me use my right hand.
I would go to school in the morning, normal, and come home with a stutter.
I'm glad my parents figured out what the cause was.
I haven't stuttered since: unless a woman asks me what I am thinking about.
I'm not sure if I was born this way.
My father broke my arm in a tragic sunblock lotion accident at the beach when I was 18 months old: it was my right arm.
Maybe this break came at a pivotal stage of development, and I just adapted by using my left hand.
At school when learning to print, the teacher kept making me use my right hand.
I would go to school in the morning, normal, and come home with a stutter.
I'm glad my parents figured out what the cause was.
I haven't stuttered since: unless a woman asks me what I am thinking about.
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