This is really interesting seeing the different responses. It seems to shake out between idealists and pragmatists. There is no cure, so thought experiments about a cure are, at best, pies in the ever-changing sky. However, theoretically, if there were a cure, it’d be pretty fucking nice. On the other hand, there isn’t, so the pragmatists accept what they got and say, “this made me. I love it as I love myself.” For myself? If there were an instant cure? I’d take it. But that’s rearranging the universe. That’s never going to happen. So I embrace the suck, fight the fucker every day, and make my stutter my personal bitch. I love the OP’s statement: “that bitch is on my payroll.” Fucking love it. That’s the attitude to have, from my humble perspective. Nearly 39 years of life, 36 stuttering, doesn’t give me the luxury of imagining what could have been or what could be. I love me. I learned to love me by so many hard lessons. So learn to love yourself. You’re all pretty goddamn amazing. 💙