As a kid I avoided going to school for like half a year, I just played games back then. As time went by I developed such a fear to speak to people that I wasn't even leaving my apartment. That went along with depressions, a few "pseudo" suicide attempts which bring me to like 3-4 years of therapy, but just for my depressions. No therapy session took effect in thinking differently, because "the stutter won't just dissapear, so I'm doomed to rely on my mother for the end of my life". The most doctors didn't really care for a guy with scratches all over his arm who can't speak properly, so didn't I. At some point I realized "If even I won't take care of myself, who else will?" So I moved out, started going to school again to go to college afterwards. I can't say my stutters don't annoy me but after that experiences I can say, that my stutters won't stop me from chasing my dreams because they don't make me to the man I am rn. ~ just wanted to share my story, thanks for those who read my lines