It’s always going to be about me controlling my tongue. Learning to be quiet. I blame my surgeon.
When I was 18 months old, I had surgery to correct my cleft palate. That surgery left me with an INCREDIBLY nasal voice–almost incomprehensible. My sister even beat up a girl who dared to mock the way I talked. I’m pretty sure she didn’t get in as much trouble as she normally would have when Dad found out why. 😉
But the doctor told my parents, “Encourage her to talk. Most kids with her condition don’t speak enough to learn to speak properly.”
How he avoided a lawsuit, I don’t know. My parents have never forgiven him. 😉
The mantra–the theme song–of my childhood was, “Slow down and enunciate.” If I had a dollar…