The educational setting is by far the hardest. Wether I was 7 or 27 the anxiety was the same. To feel completely cursed by an affliction that everyone is so comfortable making a joke of...but maybe they’re not that comfortable watching you struggle and that’s why they are trying to make light of it. While I realize this does not help. Just like finishing your sentences. Or saying to slow down. However, you cannot control your stutter or the people around you reacting to it. You can only control you and your inner dialogue. You could spend your whole life grieving the loss of the person you think should have been if only you didn’t have this fucking stutter! I spent a solid 15 years on it. The final step of grief is acceptance. I hope you hang around here and continue to speak loudly. This is genuinely the one spot where we can all say yes we have been there and yes it gets better.