To address your original post, Wiki, I too would be frustrated with the cons you list -- although none of them are insurmountable. I suppose for me, if there was no way to talk/work through them I'd seriously consider leaving. The porn thing wouldn't be as triggering to me, but I think I'd need to talk through it, much as I wouldn't want to. And the always being late... I don't know, there's something immature about being consistently late AND not taking that as a sign that he needs to start sessions later.

But to address the core issue you you bring up here... I know you probably have very deep-seated feelings that no one is going to see you past your stutter. And I am sure those feelings come from very real experiences. It's not true, though.

In the lab I used to work in, I mentored a student with a stutter who went on to join the lab and become a good friend. He was also from another country, so the accent plus the stutter could make communication go slower. But I put in a really good word for him to my boss, because he was one of the smartest students I had encountered in a while. And there's nothing special about me, just that I was looking at this guy's brain and working personality, not any of his physical attributes, including his speech. Although I will say that having a disabled sibling with significant speech issues (not a stutter, different difficulties) probably makes me biased in favor of what people say, rather than how they physically form the words. Still, my friend became one of the more popular people in the lab and one of the favored students, because he's smart, kind, and funny.

There are people -- including therapists -- out there who will see past your stutter. And although I'm not sure from the way you say it, I am hoping that it is not the case that somewhere inside you really think a therapist should ignore you because of it -- because I really really hope that you believe through and through that you deserve to be heard.

You'll find a T who realizes that our girl's wicked smaht. (Or shahp, if you like, which my Nana from Eastie favored.) Don't let that thought bog you down.