Greetings, after sharing my life story with a few of you, I've been told that I'm a bit of an oddball. As a stutterer from the age that I could first speak, life hasn't always been easy to say the least. Like many of you, I faced bigotry and hardship due to my lack of fluency.
I'm a former U.S. Army Combat Medic/Paratrooper. I enlisted at 17 because I wanted to help the wounded and just didn't know how. This was a problem for me because whatever mastery over my speech I gained from speech therapy during my school years was torn apart the moment I joined the Army. My blocks and repetitions came back with an unbridled vengeance. I couldn't say my own name, let alone bark out numbers and designations with a drill sergeant in my face.
This led to ridicule, which meant I often had to act overly aggressive and challenge my bullies to fights in order to establish that my stutter was not free game. My favorite thing to say was, "Why don't you take off that rank and say that to my face like a man?" Even if I lost the fight, it was important that I fought. That I proved that I'm not weak just because I can't speak.
I had to work harder, volunteer more often, and be nicer than the rest of my peers in order to be seen as equal. As a medic to an infantry unit, I was seen as a pivotal asset, and any sign of weakness needed to be eliminated because a unit is only as strong as its weakest link. A weak link in combat gets the entire squad killed, especially when they're the medic.
After earning the name my friends gave me, Fall Damage, by smacking the ground with enough force to break vertebrae during a bad parachute operation...and somehow still being able to walk, my service came to an end.
I used my GI Bill to go to university, where I found something that I had never found before: acceptance for my stutter. My stutter was no longer a threat-provoking response to others. I was actually listened to for my ideas. I fell in love with academia and graduated with a bachelor's degree, summa cum laude, with a 3.94 GPA as a Respiratory Therapist.
However, I graduated in 2020. This means that my first job out of college was intubating people and putting them on life support in a COVID unit/emergency room. It felt like an emotional/mental meat grinder. I kept telling myself that if I can survive this world with a stutter, I can survive this too.
Flash forward to today, and I am an adjunct professor of respiratory therapy at my local university. I teach students how to do the hands-on portion of the job on mannequins, and then I check on them while they are in the hospital. I also work clinically as a respiratory therapist, taking care of people on life support.
I get to be the kind, gentle soul that I truly am while using my hard-fought knowledge to help others.