I would like to say support but I don't think I have any of that. I would have loved to have support whenever I was first diagnosed with selective mutism when I was 4. Everyone thought it was my fault. People kept thinking that it was refusal to speak. It was not refusal to speak. It is clearly an anxiety disorder where a person who is normally able to speak does not speak in certain situations or to certain people. If mom would have listened what I heard on Wikipedia back in 2012 then she would have known that too. But I am grateful for the basic things like a roof over my head, clothes on my back, money to buy stuff and finding money in a book when I thought that I lost that $10 bill. (i actually did find a 10 dollar bill in a book) I was going to give it to Goodwill and something told me to flip through the book and I found a $10 dollar bill. I am so grateful that my guardian angel told me to flip through the book.
I often wondered if I had said the wrong thing back in grade school, middle school and even high school when I was able to speak.
The picture above is how I felt all those years ago. It is just how it sounds.
Not being able to speak is not the same as not having anything to say. But what is this experience that I have with not being able to formulate thoughts and trying not to make it come out weird and people not understanding you. That is how I felt when I was younger and I spoke and the words just didn't seem to come out right.
The picture below is that I would not wish selective mutism on anyone except Jason. nah just kidding. I would not wish selective mutism on anyone and even Jason and his mother, Doni.
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