If there’s pain to this disorder, it is not from looking silly—that is easy to get used to, easy to forget. What’s harder is the difficulty breaking through, working your way into those hidden chambers where social transcendence takes place and lives are made. It is one thing, after all, to go passably through the motions of everyday discussion: making small talk over lunch, putting in phone calls, eking out a decent story at a cocktail party. It’s another to run fast through the tight, quieter, moonlit streets of banter or seduction using speech that feels as dexterous as a loaded bus. Of all the minor pricks and pinches stuttering has given to me over time, the only ones that still sting are the moments when I’ve watched people kick off their heels and steal into that dark maze with the realization that I won’t be able to follow them apace. To stutter is to be perpetually caught in what some people like to call “nostalgia for the present.

Nathan Heller for Slate Magazine with a very eloquent and informative piece on stuttering and its consequences. It’s certainly one of the best things I’ve read on this subject recently.

And credit to the movie The King’s Speech for bringing some much needed attention to this subject.