When I was 10, with severe stutter, every second word, my teacher made us all reply to roll call by saying "good morning Mr blue.." He would say "good morning purple", and purple would reply "good morning Mr blue". I used to sit there DREADING every single day of year 5, because I could not say G. G-g-g-g.. and on it went. He wouldn't give me special treatment either. He said he had a son with stutter, and I thought well, I'll have to marry him then. 😅 Then in year 8 or 9 we had an English teacher who scheduled oral presentations for EVERY Friday. Just a short five minute one, every Friday, for a while year. The whole school system is just a torture camp, honestly. The constant heightened fear and dissociating is next level. PTSD on the making. Then.. go out and find a job.. good luck.. 😭