My name will have as many letters as I give it
My name will have all the letters I give it. All the pauses, the breaks, the breaths, whatever I want to give it. Because it’s mine and it’s my business and my life and not the butt of a joke. Recently I saw this article about someone who was made fun of twice at Starbucks.
I made the mistake of reading through the comments and not surprisingly a lot of them were all about how maybe the person was too sensitive and maybe it was meant as a joke but turned out bad. Maybe all of those things are right. Except that doesn’t make it right.
This guy tried to order a drink and added extra letters to his name. Not only did the barista verbally mock him, they spelled their name on the cup with extra letters. Perhaps they were trying to be witty. Perhaps they just made themselves look like an ass hole.
The thing about my stutter is it is absolutely none of your business. It is mine, it is annoying, but it still isn’t yours. Not your business, not your punch line, not your joke to make.
Not understanding something is not an excuse to make fun of it. Not realizing something is not an excuse to make fun of it. My name will have as many letters as I give it and that’s not funny at all. It’s just my name.











