I’m totally with you. As frustrating as it is and as much stress and insecurity that comes with it, I know I’m so much more than my stutter. It’s exhausting carefully maneuvering through words and getting out of breath from fighting with shotty fine motor skills just to get weird looks during a conversation at work. Sometimes words like defective and debilitating come to mind, but my stutter is one tiny piece of me and it’s kind of a big part of who I am now. I’ve learned to be patient, kinder, not to be critical of others, and I’d like to think it helped my vocabulary. At the end of the day, I can’t let it stop me from living with everything I’ve got. Though that’s easier said than done sometimes.