My mutism is more prominent around my own folks, in fact, some of my vivid childhood memories come to me as my quiet five-year-old puny ass sitting in a random relative’s house; bored or upset, desiring a cookie or a cold-blooded murder. I often heard anticipatory whispers from the other rooms, recognizing my quietness as … Continue reading Farts of Speech (Selective Mutism) #5 →

And you’d think my mutism is only evident arounds adults and in social gatherings that test my willingness to be a part of anything less than enjoyable, but that’s not entirely true, in fact, can I just tell you that children–well, most of them–aren’t my best buddies. I do love children, don’t get me wrong; … Continue reading FARTS OF SPEECH (SELECTIVE MUTISM) #4 →