The movie shares a special place in my heart. I've stuttered since the age of five. Finally a movie to explain the trauma, the tension, the humiliation, the helplessness of such a disorder.
I cried through-out most of the movie. Colin's portrayal of King George's affliction and struggles really hit home--hard. Even so, I wanted to stand up and applaud at movie's end.
As with so many handicaps, something positive came out of my stuttering and the taunting by my peers. I drew inward and started writing. You see, I never stuttered with a pencil in my hand. Words flowed quickly and effortlessly onto the page. No stammer there, just ideas and stories. For on the blank page, I was equal to everyone else.
No one knows for sure the reason for stuttering. Nor do they know a cure. My heart goes out to all children with this affliction--and to all the humiliation and bullying they will likely endure. May The King's Speech help to enlighten the public on the silent desperation of stutterers.
