- library ladies. All in unison: "Ohh, that's fine, that's fine!" "Sometimes I forget my name too!" "Sometimes I can't say my real age!" "That's so interesting!"
- polite half-friends. They continue the conversation without acknowledgment.
- Mom. "What?! What?! What are you going to say?! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" lol
- Myles. "Stolid? Static? Stovepipe? Stingray? Sticky?"
- My boss. "You should try Buddhist meditation. You should try visualizing the word that you can't say in flames."
- Anthropology professor. (putting his head in his hands) "Emma, you MUST PROMISE me that you'll do something about your speech!"
- Acoustics professor. Smiles vaguely and focuses his eyes somewhere beside me.
- Molly. "I don't notice it. I don't care." uh huh. But thanks.
- Novel classmates. Me: "I'm sorry, I have a stutter, I can never say my name! That's why I keep Myles around, to help me." Big, half-nervous laugh.
- US Lit professor. "I don't care. My mother was a stutterer, and my husband is a stutterer. The main character in my novel is a stutterer." This is my fave response ever
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