I can't speak. So I write.

Hi. I'm Staś. I'm fourteen, autistic, and I was born without vocal folds, the tissue in your throat that makes sound just isn't there in mine. Doctors call it bilateral vocal-fold agenesis. I just call it being mute.

This is the long version. Thirty chapters, written in my own words. Use the arrows below, your keyboard arrows, or jump anywhere from the index at the bottom. Heavy chapters are marked, and you can hide them with the button at the top. Nothing breaks if you skip.

Read at your own pace. There's no quiz at the end. The point isn't to impress you, it's to be understood properly, for once.