I'm done being worked up about this stuttering shit. I am done giving a shit about the problem you may have with my stutter.

I'm done being worked up about this stuttering shit. I am done giving a shit about the problem you may have with my stutter. If you get impatient, well it is your problem. If you have difficulty understanding, yes go ahead, scrunch up that nose, squint those eyes, or maybe just listen harder. You will have to make space, you will have to accommodate my stutter. You will have to wait until I get that answer out my mouth. I am entitled to your time and your prolonged attention. Does it make you uncomfortable? Well once again, ain't my problem brotha. Oh what, you thought you were going to hurt me by making fun of my stutter? Well, fair game, but I've stopped giving a shit anymore. I'm tired of caring so much. I'm tired of being terrified of opening my mouth. I'm tired of dreading the inevitable when I stand with eyes on me, my face twisted in the attempt to blurt out that cursed word beginning with p or t or... I'm tired of having a tide of embarrassment break over my head, leaving me dripping with shame, every time I block. I want to be free from these shackles of the fear of dysfluency. I stuttered today. My voice nearly broke while speaking, I think I sounded like I was going to cry. I hunched and my whole body language became anxious and insecure. But ya know what, I did it. I spoke. And I didn't dies of shame afterwards. Maybe not everyday will be like today. Maybe I'll feel less confident about stuttering tomorrow. But I'm going to be fine, with this stutter and all.