As a child, I was utterly unable to say my name. I was like a WWI soldier under attack in the trenches. Shell-shocked! What a battle.
I’ve been perfectly fluent for the past six years or so, so never lose hope on it. It can happen.
I know how to fix it, but I’ve learned that stutterers only want to hear what they want to hear, and fly into a rage if they hear something else.
You don’t want to hear what I have to say.
But I do wish you every success.