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Stammering at school Hey everyone, First of all of Like to give you a little background of me first. I am a teenager in secondary/high school with a stammer. I’ve always had a slight stammer however after Covid It took a massive hit. I couldn’t talk at all. I remember when I first realised something was seriously wrong. I was calling my step-mum asking her what meal deal she wanted and nothing came out. It took me a while and all I remember was her laughing down the phone. This was the start of a downward spiral I have still yet to recover from. When eventually lockdown restrictions lifted and we went back to school I was filled with anxiety and and dread however as I quiet kid in class I never often had to answer questions in class and I just had to get through it day by day. But then it happened. French class during the register instead of saying the normal yes miss or here miss we had to say bonjour. Alarm bells were ringing in in my head and I began to sweat and jt just didn’t come out properly. Ever since that day I hated french class. I survived year 9 with a few scaring moments but nothing to Major. Then we had the summer break and I had had a good time but as soon as year 10 started once again the anxiety started. And once again french class I had to do the registers and answer things out loud in that class and I was just terrified to go to that class. People would ask me: why do You do that? I just had to laugh it off every time and just go with it but inside of me I was dead. I would shake during class,feel sick,sweat. And it had now expanded to every day life not just in that class. Simple things as ordering food, saying my name or just stringing sentences. I was taking over my life and it got to the point when I had to finally say something. However as I boy this was easier said then done. I spoke it my parents about it and my mum doesn’t really understand mental health but was eager to help me and looked at ways to get help. My dad had issues with mental Health in the past and gave my tips. However no one I knew has what I had no one was like me. I started to think was anyone like me? I spoke to my school and while they were mostly useless it was better to get it off my chest and me and my french teacher work closely together to try and help me and my form tutor to. However it’s still here. It’s still apart of every day life. I still am creating scarring memories. I’m starting to think of my future and will it ever get better? Will it ever go? Will I ever be normal? Will I be able to do the things I want to do? I’m so tired of waking Up every day and it taking over my life