Yes, I’m obsessed with my voice. After 27 years of trouble that I could not understand, today was my first day on earth since this started knowing what is wrong.
There is no more choosing which voice to use. I use “my” voice; it’s been there all along but it is so hard to use. I stammer a lot. I don’t stutter; I stammer… a lot at times. It may be hard on people but that is the way it is.
In stores, you’d never know I stutter. Things said are short, monosyllabic and easy to say; talking with friends is hard but I can use my character voice. I know how to live. I know not to rasp and I know what’s wrong (probably; subject to testing). It’s a new world and tomorrow…. Baking!