Tuesday night, woozy.
Sep. 20th, 2011 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredIn the next few days I'm supposed to get a call about a referral to a speech therapist.
I don't remember the first time that someone pointed out to me that I have problems with "S" sounds sometimes, but I do remember my mom telling me to not stick my tongue out of my mouth when I spoke. Apparently in preschool, a teacher or someone suggested therapy to my parents, but they thought I'd outgrow it, so they didn't sign me up. "Besides," Dad said at some point, "There's nothing wrong with the way you talk!"
Well, yeah. People can understand me. But I still slur my S's, and when people--like my broadcast performance instructor--tell me it's kind of noticeable, yeaaaaah, there might be a slight problem.
Unrelatedly, I sincerely hope I don't have one of Those Days tomorrow, wherein I feel like I might throw up and I go completely weak at work. Also, I cannot wait to finally see Pan-Am on Sunday.
I don't remember the first time that someone pointed out to me that I have problems with "S" sounds sometimes, but I do remember my mom telling me to not stick my tongue out of my mouth when I spoke. Apparently in preschool, a teacher or someone suggested therapy to my parents, but they thought I'd outgrow it, so they didn't sign me up. "Besides," Dad said at some point, "There's nothing wrong with the way you talk!"
Well, yeah. People can understand me. But I still slur my S's, and when people--like my broadcast performance instructor--tell me it's kind of noticeable, yeaaaaah, there might be a slight problem.
Unrelatedly, I sincerely hope I don't have one of Those Days tomorrow, wherein I feel like I might throw up and I go completely weak at work. Also, I cannot wait to finally see Pan-Am on Sunday.
