When I was a young child I struggled with significant speech and language delays. I was late to start using words to communicate, and when I did try to communicate verbally, my speech sounded like complete gibberish! Even my family couldn't understand me most of the time.
This created a lot of frustration to say the least. Imagine me, 3 years old (in the early 1990s) standing in the shoe isle at Zellers, flailing my arms and crying "Mom, mom, I want payntuns, I want payntuns!" My Mom, completely bewildered, turned to my brother. "Mom, she wants the PINK ones!"
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