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May 03, 2006



I train with a guy at J. K. Lee who has a pretty pronounced stutter. He's probably 30-ish. Nice looking guy, trains hard, very friendly. I just have to wait for him to finish what he's saying sometimes. So I wait. No big deal. It doesn't seem to have affected his self-confidence as far as I can tell.


That's exactly what you're "supposed" to do. Some people feel the need to finish the word or sentence for the stutterer, which can (understandably) be very frustrating and irritating for the stutterer. I'm lucky (well, Pete's lucky!) that waiting just happens to be my natural response to his stuttering.


It's so great when kids try to help other kids!


My younger boy was a bedwetter. I took him to a pediatrician who told me to bring him back at the age of 6 (he was 5 at the time) if the problem persisted but she felt he would outgrow it. And he did, immediately upon his 6th birthday - it was like a miracle. I was very anxious but it turned out fine. It probably will for you as well (I'll keep my fingers crossed).

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