That actually happened to me at one of my daughter's kiddie birthday parties. i met a dude that had a very mild stutter. He seemed successful, married with kids, hot wife. Normal looking dude; spoke with confidence and would talk with no fear even when he had blocks. He would get through the blocks and continue his story like a boss. I stood there in the middle of his conversation surrounded by a few other men thinking in my head. "I wonder if he knows i stutter?" "i hope he dosent catch me". I tried my best to mask my stutter because i was worried it be very ackward since i have never met another fellow stuttered before, especially another dad to one of my daughters classmates. Everytime he had a blocked, i can feel for him, the agony, the pain. When the party ended, he came by, gave me a wink, and said "its all good bro", then walked away. As if he knew my secret LOL From one stutterer to another, i dont think we actually HATE our fellow stuttering brethrens, but rather, we feel your pain with every inch in our body when we hear you struggling that it also eats at us inside and makes us feel so bad.