Selective mutism (formally known as elective mutism) is a disorder that usually occurs during childhood. It is when the child does not choose to speak in at least one social setting. However, the child can speak in other situations.
-INFJ friend
Anxiety
Crushes your spirit
Strangles your voice
Tricks your mind
Replaces your joy
Steals your time
Blankets your eyes
Paralyzes your feet
Strangles your voice
Tricks your mind
Replaces your joy
Steals your time
Blankets your eyes
Paralyzes your feet
Suffocates your soul
words by – Abigail’s Mom
Art by art by EvitagenEm
Mama Cheetah Saves Her Cub
Mama Cheetah lounged on a rock while watching baby cheetah run across the Savannah plains. Her baby was a fast runner, the fastest cheetah she’d ever seen. Mama perks up as she sees baby rounding a curve at full speed. For Mama Cheetah knew baby, who loved to run, was sometimes hindered from a wound that had never healed.
Just as Mama Cheetah stands, baby disappeared from sight. Running as fast as she could mama arrived to find baby had fallen into a great big hole. The fracture in the earth was dark, scary and very, very deep.
Mama Cheetah circled the hole and was relieved to see a way out. Someone had placed a ladder to assist anyone who might fall in.
“Everything’s going to be just fine! Climb up the ladder and you’ll be free!”
Mama looks down to see her daughter pacing in front of the ladder.
“I can’t, I can’t!” Baby Cheetah cried.
“What’s wrong? Why can’t you just climb the ladder?”
Baby Cheetah continued to pace in front of the ladder, growing more and more frustrated. Her sad chirps changed to angry growls.
“The ladder is covered with scary bugs! I can’t climb up it!”
Mama Cheetah knew baby’s fear, and needed to think of a way to save her! She knew it would be impossible to climb down and carry her up by herself. Baby cheetah was now too big to carry like she used to in the safe clutches of her teeth. Mama then realized the only way she could help her baby, was to coach her out.
“You can do it, the bugs can’t hurt you.” Mama said calmly.
“But they’re scary, and I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared!” Baby cheetah chanted over and over again.
“Just count to three, close your eyes, and start climbing!” Mama said calmly.
Hesitating, baby cheetah paced and growled in front of the ladder.
“DO IT NOW!” Mama, roared.
“One, two, THREE!” Baby cheetah closed her eyes and started climbing up the ladder. With every step the bugs on each rung became fewer and fewer.
“I’m doing it!” Baby cheetah cried proudly.
“You’re doing it!” Mama cheetah cried proudly.
Just a few steps from the top Mama cheetah could see baby’s face beaming with pride. Baby cheetah planted her feet on the ground and nodded to Mama. She then darted off into the sunset of the Savannah, faster than Mama cheetah had ever seen her baby run.
-Abigail's Mom
