I sat this morning reading over the reaction of a Dear Abbey column. She basically spoke up about giving a kid a foreign name. She did not mean 'Karl' with a K. She meant names Chicki, Munsi, Doretta-Tassa, or Luniva. People apparently got upset about that.
The problem here goes in two directions.
First, spelling some name can be impossible for folks. You could sit over a lifetime, explaining this at least six-thousand times. You might start getting frustrated already by the fourth grade.
Second, this will pause folks to ask how the hell did you get this name. Over and over, this explanation will be required.
Teasing? Well, it might reach a crisis stage already by age 12....requiring some mental clinic.
I worked with a guy twenty years ago who got married and wanted to name his kids after Greek gods. For the wife, that was a none acceptance thing. Their first kid was lucky....he would have been named Zeus, if the wife had been agreeable.
Right now, I'm waiting on some Alabama guy to name his son Donny Trump-This Jones.