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How a 90s Pop Hit Helped One Man Finally Embrace His Stammer

For years, he had one simple rule for getting through the day: don’t get found out.

Growing up in England, he was what speech therapists call a covert stammerer. Nobody around him had a clue he struggled with his speech, because he had become an expert at hiding it. Swap out a difficult word here, go quiet there, avoid the phone at all costs. In restaurants he ordered whatever was easiest to say rather than what he actually wanted. At school he dodged any lesson where reading aloud might be on the cards.

And it wasn’t just strangers he was hiding from. Not even his own family knew.

“I believed I would never have a good job, a relationship, or a way out,” he later recalled. On top of the stammer, he was a shy, red-haired teenager with braces who was getting bullied regularly. Life felt pretty bleak.

Then came the summer of 1995, and a strange song on his dad’s car radio that would end up changing everything.

The track was Scatman John’s Scatman (Ski Ba Bop Ba Dop Bop), a bizarre but infectious mix of scat singing and dance music that had somehow become a massive hit across Europe. What made it different was the man behind it. John Paul Larkin, the American musician who performed as Scatman John, had lived with a severe stammer his entire life. Rather than hide it, he built his whole musical identity around the way his voice worked. The rapid-fire scat vocals that drove the song were not just a stylistic choice. They were his way of turning a speech impediment into something joyful.

For a teenager sitting in a car in England, quietly convinced he was the only person in the world carrying this particular shame, hearing that song was a jolt to the system.

Here was a grown man, on mainstream radio, not just acknowledging his stammer but celebrating it in front of millions of people. The song carried an open message about self-esteem and refusing to be defined by what makes you different. For someone who had spent years perfecting the art of invisibility, it landed hard.

Stammering affects roughly 1.5 million people in the UK, yet it remains widely misunderstood. Many people who stammer develop covert strategies similar to the ones he used, meaning the condition often goes unrecognised. The mental toll of constantly managing and concealing a stammer can be just as exhausting as the stammer itself, sometimes more so. Anxiety, isolation and low self-worth are common experiences among those who hide it.

For him, the moment in the car marked a turning point. Not an overnight fix, not some sudden magical confidence, but the first crack in the wall he had built around himself. The idea that someone could not only live openly with a stammer but thrive, perform, and connect with people because of their authentic self rather than despite it, was something he had genuinely never considered possible.

He later described wanting to meet Scatman John after hearing that song, driven by a need to understand how the musician had managed to get from shame to pride. That desire to reach out, to actually speak up rather than stay silent, was itself a significant shift.

Scatman John died in 1999 at the age of 57, but his music continued to reach people who needed it. His story has become something of a touchstone in stammering communities, a reminder that the voice you have is worth using.

For the teenager in that car, the journey from covert shame to open acceptance was not quick or straightforward. But it started with a pop song, a scat singer, and the radical idea that you did not have to spend your whole life pretending to be someone else.

Sometimes that is all it takes. Not therapy, not a grand intervention. Just the right song at the right moment, and someone on the radio brave enough to show you what was possible.

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  1. Honestly this is lovely. Music has such a weird way of unlocking things in us that talking therapy just can’t reach. Good on him for sharing it too, takes guts.

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