The good- I love telling this story. My parents never had much cash and in the 90's getting a pizza delivered was expensive but I loved pizza more than anything. The rule was I could have pizza whenever I wanted, I just had to order it. (No internet yet). I stuttered really bad, it took about 20 seconds a word . I would try and try but they would hang up or I would block so hard I would just quit. After 100 tries the lady picked up and I yelled in my 10 year old voice "I stutter, please wait!" The lady patiently let me order which took 10 minutes for one peperoni pizza. The more I called, the better I got. They did alot of stuff like that. Zero sympathy and I'm so grateful. I'm own two businesses and talk on the phone all day. Still stutter but don't give a shit. Sympathy is steroids to a stutter. The bad- they spent a fortune on speech therapy. Speech therapy is great but you learn everything you need to know the first 2 months. I felt guilty for a long time. I actually stopped going when I overheard them in their bedroom talking about it.