We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!


Here I am, sat watching “How to Get Away With Murder”, my daughter is sound asleep at her Nan’s (my mother in law) house, my son is asleep upstairs and my husband is in the back room on his PlayStation. I’m restless and anxious. You see, tomorrow is the big day – the day we are taking our 7 year old son to London for a 3-4 hour assessment of his speech at The Michael Palin Centre for Stammering.

Our boy.

My boy.

He’s so nervous. His stammer has rocketed today and he’s talking and talking because he’s anxious, so it just intensifies the noise.

Yes, I used the word noise. As awful as it sounds and as awful as I feel for saying it, sometimes, when his stammer is extreme and he’s getting louder and louder as he’s trying to get his words out, I feel as if my…

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