My primary 7 teacher routinely made fun of my stutter and I had other pupils cone to me to tell me because they felt bad when he did it around them. I was affected by the experience and it had a damning effect during the following 7 years. I had moments after, classmates laughing collectively, random strangers giggling and mimicking from bullies but what my primary 7 teacher did ruined any base I would have to deal with that. So I went and got a degree in drama as much in spite of him as for my own benefit. Nowadays, am 43, I love alone and am off grid, rarely leave my house and genuinely prize two things, treat people with dignity and respect, and I don't need to do "the dance" out there in the world unless I choose to. I don't feel the bitterness anymore