I was waiting in line at my bank’s drive-up service, hoping to make a quick withdrawal. I have a speech disability — a stutter — and interactions with strangers have the potential to be, at the very least, extremely awkward; at worst, I have been mocked, insulted, misjudged or refused service. I could either leave, returning on a day when the machine was back in service, or speak with a bank teller. I needed the cash and I was feeling optimistic, so I pulled into the service line. Lately, I’ve found solace in imagining a world where there is no longer a constant misreading of my stutter.

Source: Washington Post November 05, 2017 14:03 UTC