In my son's stammering, I feel his same urge to "just spit it out", with the same concern and frustration that the words aren't coming. He is not self consciousness yet, and all you see is his dogged determination to soldier until his meaning is clear.
I find myself latching onto a word and cycling over and over from one sentence to the next, waiting for the next latch word to cycle to. Similarly the same ideas repeat, waiting for the next one that fits. I intellectually circle round and round a theme until finally a few words come and some of the meaning is captured.
What a sight I must be- A stammering sheepdog struggling to group ideas that are decidedly unsheepish.
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