I’m sorry you didn’t or don’t have an understanding father. My father was terribly abusive to me, and my mother was not much better. I think his abuse maybe the root of my stutter. My dad is extremely narcissistic and was always concerned that my stutter made him look bad, he didn’t care how much I struggled, or what could set my stutter off, it was all about appearances to others and how it would impact him. I have an awful memory - we used to go by this roadside restaurant on the way to my grandmothers house on Sundays. It had an enormous teddy bear on the roof. It was my favourite thing to see and I always insisted on pointing it out to my parents in the hopes they would one day take me inside. I could see the teddy bear rising in the distance and just as I’m about to say (I’m guessing) “look, look, look, mum, dad, look, can we go in?” I stuttered and stuttered, and they both laughed at me from the front of the car. By the time I managed to say what I intended we had passed the restaurant. I remember vividly my mum laughing as she was saying “by the time you f*cking spit it out, we will be home” :( Bastards. I dealt with it by acknowledging that my parents were garbage at an early-ish age, and knowing I was better than them, so their unkindness couldn’t cut as deep. I was empathetic, kind, loving, considerate and so on. All the things they were not. Focus on the good people in your life, remember and hold on to the genuine kind words said about you by others. Don’t waste your time focusing on unkindness, that’s about them, never about you.