I'm nonverbal but I sing

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If somebody ever asks what you want on your spaghetti, you could sing "One meatball, that's all."

[quote="SaveFerris
We could go back and forth , but I'm feeling less & less understood the more I stay on this forum , I think it's time for a break [/quote]

No, no, no - SaveFerris - don't leave me - you and I have only just met - we both have sharp corners we still have to file down - and I still don't know how to use the freakin quote button properly ! !

I lived with my mother’s maternal grandfather from 3½ days of age to 3½ years of age. He took care of me while my parents were at work and at evening classes after work, 6 days a week, Mondays-Saturdays.

He home-schooled me by teaching me to read and write, and do math, arts and sciences, to Oxbridge University entrance exam standard, but never to speak. I remember him as always being a deaf mute, but I have a niggling suspicion that this was by psychological choice.

I say this because he had a radio switched on all day, every day, from which I learned BBC English speaking and singing, and instrumental and orchestral music, that he must have been able to hear or otherwise experience, as he communicated words and concepts by telepathy and images and objects by telekinesis, into my head, relating to the auditory sounds that the radio transmission meant.

It stemmed from his childhood, which was feral. His mother was autistic, so ran away with him the day he was born, afraid her parents would take him away from her, and raised him in a stone culvert under a road on her parent’s estate, near the house, so she seldom if ever spoke to him, and kept him from crying out, lest anyone discover their whereabouts. We have a family propensity to die in the face of danger and come back to life when the coast is clear, and he taught me how, so someone taught him, and that could only have been his mother, because he had no other human contact, until he was much older.

She died very early in his life, and he was raised by animals, birds and insects, and remained hidden thus from his grandparents and their estate visitors and workers, until he fell in love with his mother’s younger sister, in her youth, when she was orphaned after his grandparents passed away, when he heard her weeping with grief for them. He was about 66 by then, but looked about half that age due to his feral life style and she fell head over heels in love with him as he comforted her in her grief.

They married and had children, all girls, I believe, but he had no birth certificate, so, whoever married them, another relative, probably another ancestor of an infamous Welsh forger of identification documentation, Iolo Morgannwg, I have no doubt, as this is his blood line inheritance also, manufactured one for him, by forging an entry in the family bible which had belonged to the grandparents, as they were both dead, and could not therefore deny it.

He home-schooled his children, the same as home-schooled me, and his wife may have gotten him to speak to teach them, but she died young, in a house fire in 1914, after the first at least had been home-schooled, and never spoke again, according to what I was told by my mother, whom he also home-schooled, and her eldest aunt, his first born daughter, before he died, when I was 4½ years old.

I believe he suffered severe ear drum injury from an air pressure wave explosion caused by the explosives shed of the quarry on our family estate blowing up one time he was looking after me. I was in the library of the estate manager’s house when it happened so I suffered less injury than he did, as he was outside in the open when the shed blew up. I recall that one of his grandsons was burned so severely he almost died from the skin damage, but it was caused by a petrol explosion of a nearby November 5th bonfire.

I am verbal and I sing. I have been told I have a nice singing voice. Singing makes me feel good.

You've made lots of friends here, Mr. Ferret.

Sorry.But I just cant get that outta my head now.

I stutter when I speak, but not when I sing. As a teenager, I was obsessed with Gilbert & Sullivan patter songs because singing them I could get out these rapid torrents of words without stuttering or repeating myself. ("From the Greengrocer-Tree you get grapes and green pea / Cauliflowers, pineapples and cranberries / While the Pastry Cook Plant cherry brandy will grant / Apple puffs and three-corners and Banburies....")

Have heard that before. Folks who stutter say they don't stutter when they sing. Probably a common thing.

I was singing before I could talk too.

I frequently talk to myself in song and I sometimes like to sing the same lyrics over and over again just for fun. I usually stutter when I talk but apparently I sing pretty good.