Hi I feel a bit late, 8 years after you posted. I m 38 years old and it s the first time i decide to start talking about this, the first time i read a post about it. I wanted to know how someone else lived it. I m really proud of you, of the person you became, and of the way you can describe it. I went to see a psychologist two times in my life, and i didn't even know what to talk about. I m only wondering recently why i didn't talk about it. I started to stutter very badly at 6 because of traumas. That year i had a violent, humiliating teacher, and my father used to slap me till i stop crying, "to be a man". A man doesn't cry. I was unable to cry anymore, but it was only the beginning of hell. You don't want "to create a charity story for you", but i know what it is, to be in front of a whole classroom laughing at you everyday for years. To live without any friend for years. To be bullied by class"mates" who imitate you stuttering all the time. To be punished against a wall when you fight back. I was against that wall so many times. I wanted to break it, hitting hit with all parts of my body including my head. School was a jail in hell. With only 1 teacher for 2 separate playgrounds, i was able to fight very well, but i remember sometimes, my arms and my legs were grabbed by everyone, so i fell on the ground, while my "classroom" jumped on me, like a pyramid. The first time i remember i couldn't see any light anymore, i was unable to breath, hearing them laughing, imitating me stuttering. It was way too long, i felt i was dying there. So i started to bite everything i could, like an animal. Like a freak. The next times i survived the same way, but i was used to get out faster. I could talk a lot more about many things, but i think you have the picture. In a way or another, especially mentally, i think all stutterers are some kind of survivors. I started to talk better when i was 15. But even today, i don't know why, i stutter sometimes to say the most common word in the world : "Bonjour". I m still trying to feel like a normal person. I had to write it somewhere, and after all these years this post is probably forgotten, and it's fine. Respect to you all my "brothers"