At 36, during my compulsory Immigration training as an officer, I couldn't introduce myself by saying my name in a class of 30. Nerve wrenching huh! I ended up buzzing later that day for relief. In my culture, there is a particular greeting for one's parents. Mine starts with "O". As a kid, Dad punished me severally for not greeting elders when I see them, not knowing I was hiding my stutter. A couple of times, I'd walk into my dad's bedroom in the morning in a bid to say the "O" greeting that my siblings say fluently, but storm out because I couldn't say it. I am 45, always in a world of my own. I remind myself everyday that if I live this long without dieing of this stutter, I would live the remaining years coping just like this. I still manage to hang out with a few friends and find happiness too.