As a kid I had a really brutal stutter. I am 35 now and its mostly not detectable. I have trouble starting sentences with a vowel, like if a persons name is Olivia or Alex I have won't be able to get the sound out. I have learned to get around this by talking a bit like Porky Pig and replacing words. Anyways, in 7th grade we had to do oral book reports in English class. I We did this maybe twice a semester, and we would spend like 3-4 class periods straight doing oral book reports. My last name is later in the alphabet so I was just dripping with anxiety the whole time. I had foolishly selected Airframe by Michael Crichton, and I couldn't even say the title of the book without a horrible stutter. On the day it was my turn to present, my teacher caught me outside the room and was like "you dont have to do the presentation if you dont want." I could tell she felt pity on me. At the same time, this presentation is something that I felt like I HAD to do. So I did it. And it was brutal. I don't know if it was more painful for me to present or for people to hear me struggle through this presentation. After about 10 minutes, it was over, and i went back to my desk red faced and pulled my hood up and put my head down for the rest of the period. This is one my core lying awake at night anxiety doom spiraling memories. The lesson i learned is that you can't hide from your stutter. You have to confront it, as hard is it may be.