the cops once laughed with my stutter. When asked how old I am, I answered "se-se-sevent-t-t-teen". they began to mimic me and ask: why? Are you scared of us?" they were very young policemen. their laughter could be heard all over the street. like a crowd of bullying boys from school who found someone to make fun of and laugh from it to tears. I walked and cried all the way home. it was humiliating. but now, 3 years later, I understand that this is such a trifle. in my country, drug addiction is quite rare, but you can sometimes be mistaken for a drunk, especially when you do this chaotic moves and your face is distorted. And when I face rough speech blocks in stressful situation my legs began to be as weak as water