I’ve been where you are… sometimes my stutter would be so bad that my facial muscles and eyes would hurt from blinking and tightening the muscles. It is exhausting. Physically and emotionally. One time, when I was in my twenties, I went on a solo vacation and feigned being deaf so I could just fully and completely relax. People don’t harass deaf people. Why is that? Pisses me off. Not at the deaf community, but people who think stutterers want to stutter, but deaf people can’t help being deaf. Sheesh! Back to you… do you have to say “good morning?” Can you nod and smile, or say just “morning?” Substituting words is a stutterers best strategy some days. I have difficulty with the f letter, but I can sure say “fuck you” very well. Totally mysterious! LOL Unless your parents are total assholes, they’re not disappointed in you. It’s a parent thing. My son, 35, has been in and out prison since he was 18. Mainly for drug related charges. He’s an addict. I’m not disappointed in him. I’m simply sad that he repeatedly makes bad choices. Your parents may be simply sad they cannot ‘fix’ your stutter. Every stutterer has coping strategies. What are yours? Word substitutions, using an accent, whispering? Find what works for you and use it. I was raised in Georgia, but have lived most of my adult life (I’m 71) in Colorado, Arizona and now Vermont. My southern accent is very slight. BUT… When I’m having a bad stuttering day my southern accent becomes as thick as honey on biscuits! I’ve also acted and sang in dinner theatres. Mary Poppins is British, so I played Mary Poppins with no stuttering at all. My parents gave me every music lesson known to man to compensate for my stuttering. They meant well. I still stutter, but I can sing, dance and play the piano. I’d rather be fluent. They actually sent me to a clinic in Switzerland in the early 70’s, when I was in college. I still stutter but I did have a great week canoodling with an Italian hunk. My husband of 37 years told me one time that he didn’t notice my stuttering until we were married for two months… he said he was too busy checking out my great ass and long legs. LMAO. I think he was joking. Hey, if I can’t laugh at myself… what’s the point of life?