Stammering, Its Cause and Cure by Benjamin Nathaniel Bogue (microsoft ebook reader txt) 📕
PART IV--SETTING THE TONGUE FREE
I. The Joy of Perfect SpeechII. How to Determine Whether You Can Be CuredIII. The Bogue Guarantee and What It MeansIV. The Cure Is PermanentV. A Priceless Gift--An Everlasting InvestmentVI. The Home of Perfect SpeechVII. My Mother and The Home Life at the InstituteVIII. A Heart-to-Heart Talk with ParentsIX. The Dangers of Delay
PREFACE
Considerably more than a third of a century has elapsed since Ipurchased my first book on stammering. I still have that quaintlittle book made up in its typically English style with smallpages, small type and yellow paper back--the work of an Englishauthor whose
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Following this experience, I tried an osteopath, whose methods, however good they might have been, affected merely the physical organs and could not hope to reach the real cause of my trouble. I do not doubt that this man was entirely sincere in explaining his own science to me in a way that led me to build up hopes of relief from that method. He simply did not understand stammering and its causes and was therefore not prepared to treat it.
I was told of another doctor who claimed to be able to cure stammering. When I called to see him, he had me wait in his reception room for nearly two hours, for the purpose, I presume, of giving me the impression that he was a very busy man. Then he called me into his private consultation room, where he apparently had all of the modern and up-to-date surgical instruments. He put me through a thorough examination, after which he said that the only thing to cure me was a surgical operation to have my tonsils removed. I was not willing to consent to the use of the knife, so therefore the operation was never performed.
Since that time, however, the practice of operating on children especially for the removal of adenoids and tonsils has become very popular and quite frequently this is the remedy prescribed for various and sundry ailments of childhood. In no case must a parent expect to eradicate stuttering or stammering by the removal of the tonsils. The operation, beneficial as it may be in other ways, does not prevent the child from stammering—for the operation does not remove the cause of the stammering—that cause is mental, not physical.
I had now tried upwards of fifteen different methods for the cure of my stammering. I had tried the physician; the surgeon; the elocution teacher; the hypnotic specialist; the osteopath; a clairvoyant; a mail-order scheme; the world’s greatest speech specialist—so-called, and several other things. My parents had spent hundreds of dollars of money trying to have me cured. They had spared no effort, stopped at no cost. And yet I now stammered worse than I had ever stammered before. Everything I had tried had been a worthless failure. Nothing had been of the least permanent good to me. My money was gone, months of time had been wasted and I now began to wonder if I had not been very foolish indeed, in going to first one man and then another, trying to be cured. “Wouldn’t it have been better,” I asked, “if I had resigned myself to a life as a stammerer and let it go at that?”
My father before me stammered. So did my grandfather and no less than fourteen of my blood relations. My affliction was inherited and therefore supposedly incurable. At least so I was told by honest physicians and other scientific observers who believed what they said and who had no desire to make any personal gain by trafficking in my infirmity. These men told me frankly that their skill and knowledge held out no hope for me and advised me from the very beginning to save my money and avoid the pitfalls of the many who would profess to be able to cure me.
But I had disregarded this honest advice, sincerely given, had spent my money and my time—and what had I gotten? Would I not have been better off if I had listened to the advice and stayed at home? Everything seemed to answer “Yes,” but down in my heart I felt that things were better as they were. Certainly some good must come of all this effort—surely it could not all be wasted.
“But yet,” I argued with myself, “what good can come of it?” Stammering was fast ruining my life. It had already taken the joy out of my childhood and had made school a task almost too heavy to be undertaken. It had marked my youth with a somber melancholy, and now that youth was slipping away from me with no hope that the future held anything better for me than the past. Something had to be done. I was overpowered by that thought—something had to be done. It had to be done at once. I had come to the turning point in my life. Like Hamlet, I found myself repeating over and over again,
“To be or not to be, That is the question.”
Was I discouraged? No, I will not admit that I was discouraged, but I was pretty nearly resigned to a life without fluent speech, nearly convinced that future efforts to find a cure for stammering would be fruitless and bring no better results.
It was about this time that I stepped into the office of my cousin, then a successful lawyer and district attorney of his city, later the first vice-president of one of the great American railroads with headquarters in New York, and now retired. He was one of those men in whose vocabulary there is no such word as “fail.” After I had talked with him for quite a while, he looked at me, and with his kindly, almost fatherly smile asked, “Why don’t you cure yourself?”
“Cure myself?” I queried. “How do you expect me, a young man with no scientific training, to cure myself, when the learned doctors, surgeons and scientists of the country hare given me up as incurable?”
“That doesn’t make any difference,” he replied, “‘while there is life, there is hope’ and it’s a sure thing that nobody ever accomplished anything worth while by accepting the failures of others as proof that the thing couldn’t be done. Whitney would never have invented the cotton gin if he had accepted the failures of others as final. Columbus picked out a road to America and assured the skeptics that there was no danger of his sailing ‘over the edge.’ Of course, it had never been done before, but then Columbus went ahead and did it himself. He didn’t take somebody else’s failure as an indication of what he could do. If he had, a couple of hundred years later, somebody else would have discovered it and put Columbus in the class with the rest of the weak-kneed who said it couldn’t BE done, just because IT NEVER HAD BEEN DONE.
“The progress of this country, Ben,” continued my cousin, “is founded on the determination of men who refuse to accept the failures of others as proof that things can’t be done at all. Now you’ve got a mighty good start. You’ve found out all about these other methods—you know that they have failed—and in a lot of cases, you know WHY they have failed. Now, why don’t you begin where they have left off and find out how to succeed?”
The thought struck me like a bolt from a clear sky: “BEGIN WHERE THE OTHERS LEAVE OFF AND FIND OUT HOW TO SUCCEED!” I kept saying it over and over to myself, “Begin where the others leave off— begin where the others leave off!”
This thought put high hope in my heart. It seemed to ring like a call from afar. “Begin where the others leave off and find out how to succeed.” I kept thinking about that all the way home. I thought of it at the table that evening. I said nothing. I went to bed—but I didn’t go to sleep, for singing through my brain was that sentence, “Begin where the others leave off and find out how to succeed!”
Right then and there I made the resolve that resulted in my curing myself. “I WILL do it,” I said, “I will begin where the others leave off—and I WILL SUCCEED!!” Then and there I determined to master the principles of speech, to chart the methods that had been used by others, to find their defects, to locate the cause of stammering, to find out how to remove that cause and remove it from myself, so that I, like the others whom I so envied, could talk freely and fluently.
That resolution—that determination which first fired me that evening never left me. It marked the turning point in my whole life. I was no longer dependent upon others, no longer looking to physicians or elocution teachers or hypnotists to cure me of stammering. I was looking to myself. If I was to be cured, then I must be the one to do it. This responsibility sobered me. It intensified my determination. It emphasized in my own mind the need for persistent effort, for a constant striving toward this one thing. And absorbed with this idea, living and working toward this one end, I began my work.
From the moment that my resolution took shape, my plans were all laid with one thing in mind—to cure myself of stammering. I determined, first of all, to master the principles of speech. I remembered very well, indeed, the admonition of Prof. J. J. Mills, President of Earlham College, on the day I left the institution. “You have been a hard-working student,” he said, “but your success will never be complete until you learn to talk as others talk. Cure your stammering at any cost.” That was the thing I had determined to do. And having determined upon that course, I resolved to let nothing swerve me from it.
I began the study of anatomy. I studied the lungs, the throat, the brain—nothing escaped me. I pursued my studies with the avidity of the medical student wrapped up in his work. I read all the books that had been published on the subject of stammering. I sought eagerly for translations of foreign books on the subject. I lived in the libraries. I studied late at night and arose early in the morning, that I might be at my work again. It absorbed me. I thought of the subject by day and dreamed of it by night. It was never out of my mind. I was living it, breathing it, eating it. I had not thought myself capable of such concentration as I was putting in on the pursuit of the truth as regards stammering and its cure.
With the knowledge that I had gained from celebrated physicians, specialists and institutions throughout this country and Europe, I extended my experiments and investigation. I had an excellent subject on which to experiment—myself. Progress was slow at first—so slow, in fact, that I did not realize until later that it was progress at all. Nothing but my past misery, backed up by my present determination to be free from the impediment that hampered me at every turn, could have kept me from giving up. But at last, after years of effort, after long nights of study and days of research, I was rewarded by success—I found and perfected a method of control of the articulatory organs as well as of the brain centers controlling the organs of speech. I had learned the cause of stammering and stuttering.
All of the mystery with which the subject had been surrounded by so-called specialists, fell away. In all its clearness, I saw the truth. I saw how the others, who had failed in my case, had failed because of ignorance. I saw that they had been treating effects, not causes. I saw exactly WHY their methods had not succeeded and could never succeed.
In truth I had BEGUN WHERE THE OTHERS LEFT OFF AND WON SUCCESS. The reader can imagine what this meant to me. It meant that at last I could speak—clearly, distinctly, freely, and fluently, without those facial contortions that had made me an object of ridicule wherever I went. It meant that I could take my place
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