During speech therapy in school I told my therapist my stuttering was exceptionally worse over the phone. Guess what he did? “Ok /raguirre10 we’re going to order pizza for the staff today with all different sorts of toppings but don’t be afraid because we’re going to rehearse first and I’m going to help you with your breath control while you’re talking. How do you feel right now? Next week we’re calling the DMV and I have a list of questions I want you to ask!” He was kind of like that cringey Ned Flanders type of therapist. Boy was that fun.