Ah for pity sake… put on your big boy briefs and stop whining. I’m 71 years old (f) and I’ve stuttered my entire life. I’ve also been happily married for 37 years, have a master’s in education, taught at both college and high school levels, and guess what ? Life is what you make it. I chose to be happy in spite of my stuttering. Was it easy? Fuck no! But determination and willingness to move ahead works! You can whine or you can find your inner strength and do whatever you damn well want to do. Fuck what others think of your stutter. And fuck you for listening to them. I hate nothing more than whiners! Where has whining gotten you? No where! 7 years ago I had a double mastectomy for stage 3 breast cancer. So to sum it up, I have no tits and I stutter. I could have rolled over and had a pity party, but a week after surgery I walked a mile. Eight weeks later I ran a 10k to raise money for breast cancer research. 4 months later I ran a marathon to raise money for bc research. Stop the whining about unfair! What’s fair? Breast cancer? Children dying of cancer? My husband’s Alzheimer’s? Stuttering is small potatoes. Get outside of your own ‘unfair’ feeling and grow up! Buck up! And most of all put up or shut up! Put yourself out there and help others less fortunate. If I could, I’d bitch slap you. You need it. Consider this your verbal bitch slap!