Oh my, no. When I was young, I used to be so painfully shy that I had a stutter. Part of my therapy was reading poetry and theater monologues aloud. I think the biggest thing though, was my Gran having me work with her on her newspaper delivery district. She sent me to the doors to get new customers and collect from existing subscribers.

I was embarrassingly adorable back then… headfull of bright red curls, dark green eyes, pert little nose and rosy, china doll features on a cherubic little frame. It seemed like everyone delighted to see me on their doorstep and encouraged me through the spiel Gran had rehearsed me in. When I'd get through it, almost everyone gave me a handful of quarters or a dollar. Almost no prospective new customer could resist buying a subscription from me either.

A couple of summer of that did wonders for my confidence and my stutter mostly went away. It only rears its distressing head under serious anxiety since then.