Life begins at the end of our comfort zone.

“Don’t tell me what they said about me. Tell me why they were so comfortable saying it around you” ‘pinterest’

So what is up with my mouth? Do you really know? or just like to think you know?

I have heard some comical, over-dramatized explanations, that used to make me very angry, but through time, have learned to laugh at the ignorance.

People will believe what they want to believe.

My job is control my response to it…..This, is all I have control over…….myself.

So here’s some of the myths and rumors out there on the web, that I’ve read and heard, about my mush of a mouth.

  • I was born like this.
  • I have cerebral palsy.
  • I have a paralysed palate.  
  • My tongues twisted.
  • I’m guilt ridden from killing someone in my accident.
  • Or as a special needs teacher described me……. “Yeah I work with a boy just like you, he was brain dead from birth”. You must of found my clone love.
  • And finally, but by no means least…… “just, fucking mental.” As a few charmers have remarked.

And if by “mental” you mean, not fitting into the norm……I am proudly that.

Although the medicalised, mythical whispers, have gained speed and distortion, all the above explanations are incorrect.

I have Dysarthria, which means, limited movements of the tongue and facial muscles essential for speech. I also have Dysphagia when under stress. This means difficulties with swallowing.

These disabilities are the result of a motorbike accident in Thailand in 2002.

 Lifes simple when the facts are clear. 

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