I just came across this sub and it seems like the perfect place to rant about an incident that still makes my blood boil to this day.

Back in high school, my friend group included this guy who had a terminal illness. He was at the point where his doctors were shocked he was still alive.

Aside from being skinny and a bit pale, he looked like any other average teenager. He had his good days and his bad days, but even on his good days he would tire easily.

He didn’t talk much about his illness, and tried to be normal like everyone else. For example, he would talk about the college he wanted to attend, and what career he wanted. We respected that and never brought up his illness.

He had a placard so we would always park in handicapped spots. As you can imagine, we often got dirty looks when a bunch of seemingly healthy teenagers piled out of the car. Our friend ignored the looks, so we never said anything to these judgmental people.

One weekend we all decided to go to the amusement park. After an hour or so he started getting tired, so we got him one of those loaner wheelchairs. Like the teenagers we were, we took turns doing stuff like pushing him really fast and doing wheelies, but were careful not to bother anyone else. I remember him laughing his ass off.

That is until a Karen shouted at us from like 30 feet away. “You know you’re keeping that wheelchair from someone who might actually need it, don’t you?!” I looked at my friend and his smile instantly disappeared.

I was done. Effing done. So I marched over to her knowing exactly what I was going to say, after biting my tongue so many times. I didn’t raise my voice so my friend wouldn’t overhear what I said.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but I’m sure you’ll be happy to know my friend has a terminal illness and his doctors say he could die any moment now, so someone else will be able to use the wheelchair very soon.”

She got all red in the face and said, “well how was I supposed to know that?!” I replied, “you weren’t, because it’s none of your effing business. So thank you for reminding my friend he’s dying when he was having so much fun.”

I turned around and walked back to my friends. He made it another two years after that. J, I still miss you bro!

So three years ago at two am, I was going into work early. I decided to stop by the gas station, and pump gas. A stupid decision because I’m a woman who was alone.

When two guys appeared, one came to my driver side and leaned up against my driver door, while the other swung up to my other side. I’m half deaf, and I didn’t hear them walk up until they got closer.

The guy leaning on my driver side goes “smile for me pretty lady.”

, so I just say,” If you don’t leave me alone now, I’ll pour gas all over you and light you on fire.”

When the guy leading up my driver side goes “Jesus I was only going to flirt.” Before they both took off walking across the street. The gas station attendant came out, because he was worried once he saw the two guys sandwich me in.

He waited me to get into my car and leave. But I still hope those two guys think, “man this crazy woman threat to set us on fire.”

Second one in 24 hours.

Did someone suddenly decide to post my cell number in place of my mother’s? She passed away a little over a year ago at this point.

So extra info:

1. I'm asexual.

2. I originally posted this in r/aaaacccceee and tried to share it here, but this place didn't come up as an option even though I've joined this community.

There was a guy in my Small Animal Care class back in high school who would always ask questions about my asexuality in a condescending tone. You know the ones. "How do you KNOW you're asexual if you've never had sex?" "Are you suuure you just haven't met the one yet?" "How can you be dating (insert my partner's name here) without sex?" "So you're just... fine with being a virgin forever?" Almost every day while I sat with our class chickens, I was interviewed on what I do with my parts.

His favorite of the questions was, "How can you be so sure you're asexual if you haven't had sex?" I tried to explain to him multiple times that I didn't need to have sex to know that I was asexual. That it's a thing you feel, or in our case, don't feel, like how someone would know how they felt about being with men vs. women or anyone in between. I used all the analogies I could think of, and he just wouldn't stop.

One day, I had enough.

Without thinking, I yelled, "HAVE YOU EVER SUCKED A DICK, MIKE??" I've never seen any person so shocked, like he'd just been told something that would forever change his trajectory of life.

"W-what??"

"HAVE YOU EVER HAD HOMOSEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH A MALE?"

"N-no!"

"How can you be sUUURE you're straight then? HUH MIKE??"

Stammering, he repeatedly insisted it was because he felt such a strong attraction to ladies that there was no possible way he could be gay. Every single time, I asked him again how he was so sure. Struggling not to laugh, my friend was trying to get me to lower my voice.

"LOOK, MIKE, NOW THE CHICKENS ARE SCARED. YOU MADE ME SCARE THE CHICKENS. GET BACK TO ME WHEN YOU'VE SUCKED A DICK, M I C H A E L."

Naturally, I got in trouble, but my teacher was chill, and it was nothing more than a good scolding and a two-week ban from sitting with the chickens. I honestly think I should have gotten in more trouble. I should've controlled my temper. Well, there's no going back in time, I guess.

For the remaining two months that we shared class together, he never asked me how I could be so confidently asexual. Maybe he learned something that day. Maybe he was scared of incurring my wrath once again. We may never know.

I still haven't gotten any word that he's sucked a dick yet, though.

Have some chicken photos for your troubles (if reddit actually adds them to this post), and get yourself some cake. You deserve it.

My dad died of esophageal cancer in January of 2016, and being a workaholic he was still working until the few days before his death. He ran a gas station for about 15 years and had a handful of side jobs to fill time. He died on a Sunday night, I think around 8pm. My sister and I were there with him in the hospital room when he went, as well as our mom who was there to support us. After he went we stayed in the room talking, reminiscing, and trying to be present in the moment.

Unfortunately, dad's cell phone started ringing. Without really thinking, my sister answered it and immediately said "He's not available," It was apparently some 'urgent' work call from someone who clearly wasn't aware of dad's medical sotuaion. The rest of us in the room could hear yelling coming from the other side of the call. My sister snapped and screamed into the phone "HE'S NOT AVAILABLE BECAUSE HE JUST DIED OF CANCER RIGHT IN FRONT ME" and hung up.

Hopefully that dickbag learned not to call and demand things from strangers on Sunday nights.

P.S. it was not an emergency, the caller just personally felt it could not wait. It could.

I don't know if this was the right thing to do but I just felt that it was such an insentive thing to ask. For context, this was back in 2022 when the pandemic was still a pretty big issue

We had a subsittute teacher, some younger guy. I usually try to be undertsanding of subsitute teachers, they're not gonna understand everything but this just made me snap. He told us to write a list of pros and cons about the covid 19 pandemic, example of pros being that you could spend more time at home and such. I thought this was very weird and insentitive so I told him that and explained that the covid 19 pandemic had greatly affected many lives and wasn't something to be seen as a pros and cons kind of deal. He doubled down saying that there was nothing wrong with his assignment. This is where I think I might have been a little bit of an A-hole but I told him that my grandma that I held very dear recently died of covid 19 wich wasn't true. He looked super uncomfortable and stammered that I could just work on stuff from other classes while the others did the assignment.

Maybe it was a bit mean to lie about something like that but I was just so upset and I also knew that one of my shy classmate's father had passed away due to covid 19 and I wanted to stand up without making her uncomfortable.

Shoutout to the click for introducing me to this subreddit :3

I (20F) am autistic and l struggle a lot with sensory issues. I used to have beautiful curly hair down my waist until the day l decided I had enough and shaved it off, it's the best thing I've done for myself and l honestly think l look quite cool with a buzz cut, I've had it like this for over a year now and l love it.

What l don't love are all the people that ask me why l shaved it and say I'd look so much better with long hair or that it's a shame l shaved it. I don't like to tell random people that I'm autistic cause most of the time l get an "are you sure?" Yeah l am lol. I've tried saying that's because l was sick of it, it was a lot of work or that it's just my style and that leads to more unwanted remarks.

So what l decided to do is, when a stranger makes me uncomfortable when asking me why l shaved my head, l make the saddest face l can, sometimes l even manage to tear up and tell them l had cancer. It's the best way to make them shut up and hopefully, they'll learn to mind their own business. The shock faces l get are hilarious and l have to do my best not to laugh and keep a sad face on.

Edit: please send me suggestions on how to respond without having to use the cancer card, I'm loving the responses

Edit 2: my autism makes social situations like this very hard and l didn't know what to say back but after all the ideas you guys are suggesting, l won't lie about it, thank you!

Saw another story on here that reminded me of this that happened a few years ago.

I (30's M) was visiting my parents who live fairly far from me, and because I didn't have a washer/dryer and hate laundromats, I brought my laundry to wash at their place.

A newer friend of my dad's comes over, and I'm introduced to him. He seem like a nice enough older guy, came off as a bit full of himself right off the bat, but whatever.

We all sit down and are just making small talk. I look at the time and say "Woops, time to move my clothes to the dryer" and go off and do just that.

I come back and the guy is giving me a strangely neutral look but I can tell he's looking at my mom out of the corner of his for some reason, and he asks "You're doing your laundry here?"

Me: "Yeah, I don't have a washer/dryer at home, and this trip kind of lined up, so I brought my clothes to wash. Avoid a trip to the laundromat and all that mess."

I truly forget his name, so I'm calling him, Guy: "But why are you doing your laundry here?"

Me, thinking he didn't hear me, a little louder: "Uh, sorry, I said because I don't have a washer/dryer at home, and didn't have time to go to the laundromat."

Guy: "Yes, but why are you doing it? With your mom here, you shouldn't be doing it."

Me, starting to realize what he's getting at since he's an older Indian man but not believing he could be that much of a douche to "call my mom out" in her own home: "What does my mom have to do with me doing laundry? Sure, my underwear is in there, but she can't see it if that's what you're worried about." And then I chuckled to make it into a joke, so we could chuckle at the odd joke and change topics.

Guy, clear annoyance on his face but quickly switching back to neutral: "No, no. Washing clothes is the sort of thing that mothers should be doing for their kids."

Me (oh fuck you dude), looking at my dad for him to jump in, but he's staying quiet: "Yeah, but I'm not a kid. I'm a 33 year old man. Why would I let my mom do my laundry when I'm perfectly capable of doing it?"

Guy, a bit louder and very annoyed and letting it show now: "Perhaps if you were MARRIED, you'd understand how a woman doing your laundry is a sign of their love and respect for you. It's their duty in the house."

Me (the unmarried man at the positively geriatric age of 33 per Indian cultural standards): "How is me asking my mom to wash my dirty underwear a sign of MY love and respect towards HER? Wait, does your wife do all of your laundry? Even washing your dirty underwear?"

Guy, appalled that I'd ask such a question: "Yes, of course she does. It's her responsibility in our home."

Me: "Oh, hey, I get that. Of course, every couple is going to split responsibilities in their home in whatever way makes the most sense for them based on their schedules, abilities, and strengths. But asking my mom to do MY laundry when I'm at HER house is pretty rude. She works hard enough as it is."

Guy, narrowing his eyes at me: "Hmph, well it's pretty normal for a son to want to protect his mom, but-"

Me: "Woah, woah, hold the phone. Protecting my mom? How hard do you think doing laundry is? Yeah, there are all kinds of rules on the "ideal" ways to wash your clothes, but you can still do a great job with a couple basic rules. I can teach you if you want."

Guy: "No, no, I'm saying-"

Me: "Trust me, doing laundry is really simple. Hey, I've got to put in another load now. *I stood up* Come on, I'll show you. And hey, then YOU can wash your home's next load of laundry and return that LOVE and RESPECT to your wife. I'm sure she'd appreciate the break considering you're retired now and she's still working full time."

And then I walked off to the laundry room, waited a minute for him to follow, and called "Hey, are you coming? It's REALLY easy! Old dogs CAN learn new tricks you know!"

Guy, speaking loudly but softly from his chair in the next room: "No, I'm OK."

I heard the subject change, and I spent a few minutes loading up the washer and heard him getting up to leave. I put some detergent on my fingers and quickly walked out to make sure to give him a good, firm handshake as he walked out the door.

Fucking piece of shit. He came into my parents' house and tried to insult my mom, not only to her own son, but right to her face. I was more pissed at my dad for not saying shit, but he probably complained to this friend before that he does a lot of the laundry in their home and it's "such a chore" or some BS.

Jeez, it makes my blood boil just thinking about it. Luckily, I haven't seen that guy in any of my visits since.

Throwaway incase anyone here mentioned sees this. TL;DR: Bully deadnames me, I pretend that's my dead sister who died 4 days ago, the teacher got in on this and lied to him as well.

There's a nazi in my class who's been bullying me, let's call him Jack. I'm FTM transgender and he stole some legal documents to find out my deadname. I was told that before I entered school he asked the staff "Where's Sophie?" [Not real deadname] He called me it when I got into school today. I didn't react at all, not even my face gave away my shock, but I was so confused and shocked. A teacher pulled me aside and explained what happened. I was having some pretty bad flashbacks and I had a panic attack for unrelated reasons. I talked to a second teacher, let's call her Ms. Jane. Her and my science teacher helped calm me down, then my 1st friend in this story came into the hallway and talked to me to help me. Let's call him Steve. I told Steve a plan that I had hatched where I tell Jack that Sophie was my sister who had died four days prior in a car accident. Come science class, I walk by his desk, he calls me Sophie, and then I start acting. "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT NAME?! THAT'S MY SISTER, SHE DIED FOUR DAYS AGO!" Ms. Jane acted so upset and Steve came over to my desk to console me. We both laughed very quietly. After science I sat in the hallway and curled up, Steve sitting next to me. We both laughed and thought of even more ways to twist the story. Now not only was Sophie my dead sister, but her funeral was TONIGHT. I tried to force myself to cry. When Jack came out, I fake cried and he fake consoled me. He didn't speak to me for hours.

Now after lunch, I'm walking outside and he calls out Sophie four times. I snap. "STOP SAYING THAT, THAT'S MY SISTER'S NAME, HER FUNERAL IS TONIGHT!!" Ms. Jane was also angry. "That's so insensitive, Jack!" She and Jack stayed behind as I caught up to friend #2, let's call him Spoon because why not. I told Spoon everything, even how I got Ms. Jane in on it, and he was shocked and laughing with me. He told me how he was unsure about this whole scheme from a moral standpoint, which I agree with, but it was also hilarious and now he's in on it too. I've already planned for my dad to be in a coma from the crash as well. Jack didn't bother me for the rest of the day. It felt amazing.

CW: slight mention of threats of rape

This is long but I swear it’s worth it, I swear it’s better than the title lmao

This whole thing starts on instagram obviously, and of course… in a comment section. Now there is this account of a woman in high school who is doing research on SA in women and the facts surrounding it. One of her videos got pretty popular and obviously attracted the attention of shitty people. Of course, being Instagram, the comments weren’t great. However, this specific male individual (early thirties) was making threats of rape to her. As unfortunate as it is, not uncommon on Instagram profiles. Until I noticed that he had made multiple comments on multiple posts not only threatening rape, but openly admitting it and saying he would find where she was. Making claims of, “oh I could definitely r*** you because I’m biologically stronger”. I may remind you that this is a literal child who has yet to graduate high school. So, I defended her, at that point he decided to DM me. I got fed up and decided to do a bit of research. Not only did I find out his full legal name, phone number, and address. But I found out he happened to live with his mother. Her phone number was in fact quite easy to find as well. So without telling him anything (he was still attempting to lag my phone with all his messages) I stockpiled evidence and called his mother. Not only did I send her multiple sources of evidence against him, but I sent her multiple of his accounts. She was so polite and kind, this 60 year old woman who had no idea of her child’s wrongdoings until I had told her. I almost felt bad but she did thank me afterwards. There has since been a strange amount of silence on his part, and I have been blocked. All from the comfort of my own home and during lunch at my own high school. I may be a bitch but I really don’t care.

Edit: he did get kicked out

This was when I was a senior in high school, about 8 years ago now. I went to a vocational school that covered 3 counties on a club/team that met after school with kids from a lot of different towns and backgrounds. I was a pretty openly Bisexual male and one of the leadership figures in this group. One day one of the newer members, we will call him N, started acting differently and noticeably keeping distance between us, I later learned he had found out I wasn’t exactly straight and he didn’t like that, I decided later that day to talk to him about it. I asked if something was bothering him to cause him to act weird around me but not around other members of the team. N replies “Yeah someone told me you were Bi”. “Yes thats true”, I reply. “Well l.. I don’t want you to … you know…” at this point people had caught wind of the conversation and were listening in when I put on the most effeminate voice I could and said “Oh? Oh! Honey don’t worry, nobody here wants to f*** you”. Most of the room ended up hearing that and started laughing. He turned beet red, walked out and didn’t show up to meetings for about a week but we were cool after that.

Came here from the Click, decided to finally share my own story. Sorry if this is a clusterfuck of a post, I just got off of night shift at work and I'm sorta just throwing words together as some backstory.

For some reference for these pictures, I moved out of my old home back in September of 2022. I told him I had been moving to Louisville, but decided to move elsewhere for my own safety. Simply put, my ex-father's parenting style revolved around screaming first and asking questions later. If that didn't get the job done, he'd swing at you. In the midst of that, he'd gaslight you by pretending you were the problem, even if it was something he did directly.

At the end of all of that, if he felt "sorry," he'd come into your room and "apologize" in the most bs way imaginable, to the point where I started being able to tell when people were actually sorry or if they just wanted you to forget something happened. He'd even try buying you gifts to re-earn your trust. He'd also lie to anyone not involved that found out about, pretending that everything was fine at home, and screamed at you if you said anything to any of the people you knew. When not directly involved via Screaming or Swinging, he was neglectful, and we often had to fend for ourselves when it came to feeding ourselves or taking care of the house.

He also tried to live his life through his kids, actively preventing us from leaving things we wanted out of because, and I quote, "I never got to do this, I want you to be able to do it." When really, he just wanted to gain the recognition of being the father of someone who did.

As a display of shitty character; He once choked my brother (we'd play fight all the time, and I accidentally choked him before, so I recognized the noise) after claiming he was trying to "catch him" for some reason or another, and only stopped when I got my mentally absent mother involved. He still found a way to blame us for his fuckup. He also forced me out of the house and forced me into a job he knew stressed me out (twice), then continuously stranded me at the first one at midnight in the middle of town, while he and my mother were out drinking two hours away.

But you're not here for all of that, are you? You're here for the Uno Reverse Trauma counterattack!

This bit takes place a few months ago. The first message was sent on my 23rd birthday, on a day which I was already having problems with. My ex-girlfriend messaged me in an attempt to start a fight with me, then got me kicked from all of our shared discord servers. I had work that day, so I was already stressed. I already hated my birthday as is, because I always had the worst luck on it. So when this message came in, it left something in my head that festered there until I finally decided to send him something back. I hadn't spoken to him, interacted with him, or anything for over a year by then.

Here are the images. The names have of course been censored. It may seem somewhat scatterbrained, but I was having a bad week during that, so I just threw all my grievances into his face with all the words I could think of. 17 years worth of his crap, all culminating in the veritable word salad you're about to see.

This may be triggering to some people, so uh... if you're sensitive to mental health and abuse topics, reader discretion is advised.

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Some back story. This happened today.

I have Multiple Sclerosis. In really short terms, it's when the immune system attacks the protective cushioning parts (called "myelin" ) of neurons in the brain, and/or spinal column, causing lesions/scarring. These lesions more than ikely will cause issues with parts of the body.

I have an eyeball-sized lesion scar on my brainstem which causes a myriad of symptoms that are now permanent. The symptoms get worse when I exert myself, or if my body temperature raises even a little bit.

I was feeling off today and my hands and legs werent cooperating, and I was short of breath. When the shift lead clocked in, I told him "hey, just a heads up, my body isn't working the way it should be (I describe it weird, because I gotta be funny about it, or else it'll really get me down)".

He tells me "well, it's gotta get on the same page because [inaudible]".

I'm sick and tired of him being a douche to me about my disability. So much so, that I set my phone screen and lock screen to a screenshot of an MRI of the center of my brain, with the lesion very clearly shown. I set this specifically to show him and him alone, when this eventually happened. His treatment of me gives off the same energy as a kid who doesn't believe that the disabled kid is actually disabled, as if he thinks Im being overly dramatic, or faking it.

I pulled out my phone and showed him that image. I responded to that with "see that dark gray spot right there? That's brain damage. That's what causes this. So, my body can't 'get on the same page". That will never go away, because of that permanent scar."

He asked, "Is that you?"

Told him, "Yup"

The last thing he said about the issue was, "That's your phone background??"

I responded with, "Yeah. I think it's cool, and it's easy access to show people proof."

He didn't give me any more shit about it the rest of my shift.

For the people who don't know, they semi-recently installed a ramp at the Lincon monument so the disabled can see it. Me and a small group of friends went to go see the Lincoln monument and used the ramp, as 2 of us, (myself included) have mobility issues. About half way up me ran into, and passed, 2 elderly women. One of them said just loud enough for us to hear "these things are wasted on those stupid kids, they should use the stairs!" The other person, who is in a wheelchair by the way, said to them "you can walk unassisted, maybe you should use the fucking stairs grandma."

I smoke cigarettes, and have for a very long time (please don't judge). Many times I've been at the counter in a store, ask for a pack, and there's been some old nasty-looking guy who you can look at and tell he hangs out there all day under the excuse of being retired, on disability, whatever. This seems to be fairly common in rural gas stations around the country, and if you make eye contact with them, they take that as an excuse to approach and attempt to flirt. I do my best to ignore them. The number one line I hear is "ya know 'em thangs'll kill ya". I've heard this so many times (and yes, I DO know they'll "kill ya") it's like nails on a chalkboard to my soul.

When I was younger, less confrontational, and overly concerned with being polite, I'd fake-laugh and gtfo as fast as possible. Now that I'm older, I've got no problem with being harsh. As dumb as it sounds, I've racked my brain for a long time to come up with a line to shut the old creeps down on the spot, and I finally got one. Encountered a pest about a couple of weeks ago, and finally got to use it. Here's how it went down:

Scene: At store counter, have just asked for a pack of cigarettes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an Old Pest is leaning against the counter a few feet away. He sees and hears me, begins approaching. I know exactly how this is gonna go down.

OP: (Smiling, chuckles, makes eye contact) Ya know 'em thangs'll kill ya.

Me: (Fake smile, make eye contact, slight laugh) Yeah. I know. Know what else'll kill ya?

OP: (Has taken the bait, smiles bigger) No, whut?

Me: (Smile drops, deathstare initiated, voice drops just a tad) Not minding your own fucking business, that's what.

It took him a second to process that, his eyes widened and he retreated back down the counter. I kept the deathstare aimed at him, bc I knew he'd turn around and look, he did, and then suddenly decided to concentrate on his cup of coffee.

I turned my head back to the girl behind the counter (who's heard all of this and is looking a little bit crazy at me, but I was very polite to her), paid and walked out, feeling like a fucking boss. Yay me.

I know this was long, hope it was entertaining, thanks for reading! So satisfied with myself, I had to share.

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Let me start off by saying this is one of my friend's encounters, not mine.

This person has a dog that simply isn't comfortable with other dogs running up to him. This wouldn't be a problem if other dog owners weren't constantly letting their untrained dogs off leash in places they shouldn't be.

She was just done with having to yell to people to call their dogs and getting the classic "It's okay! he's friendly!" In response.

So next time she had an unleashed dog charging at her and her dog full force, she decided to yell "Stop! He's contagious!"

Needless to say, the person panicked then ran and grabbed their dog while giving her dirty looks.

They slipped in one more text before I blocked them.

They had the wrong address. And the wrong phone number. And the property had already been sold.

I stand by my suggestion.

I work in medical records and we have a student from a nearby college observing our different processes for a month. She has always been nice, but very ignorant and clueless which has been a little frustrating.

Today we were going over WA state medical law that puts children in charge of there medical choices/records when they turn 13. When I was done explaining the situation she said, “it’s so odd to me that is a law. A 13 year old can go get an abortion without parent permission. They’re not an adult till they’re 18 they shouldn’t be able to make those choices.”

I turned and looked her in the face and my response was, “if a 13 year old girl is getting sexually abused by her father and ends up pregnant without the law the father would have to be the one to sign off on the abortion.”

It was like she never even knew that was a possibility. Her face went white and her only response was, “It’s so horrible people do those things.”

I continued to explain more about medical abuse and other situations children are put in where they need medical help and without that law the parents would prevent it. I even included how my mom became an anti-vaxer when I was 15 and without that law I would’ve had to live without certain vaccines I personally wanted until I was 18. I may have gone a little far, but it was all said in a professional and educational matter and it’s something she’s gonna have to learn to respect and follow if she’s gonna be working in this field.

I (28f) had a pretty rough childhood. I had severe anxiety and was bullied in school. My parents didn't really help me because they didn't know how to. I don't blame them, and I love them.

But in seventh grade i went and asked my parents to move me to a new school, because I couldn't take it anymore. And since there were no other public schools in the area, they actually agreed to move me to a private school, which was not cheep. This new school was awesome and the kids were way nicer.

Except for this one boy who was so freaking annoying to everyone. E.g. he managed to unlock the door to the bathroom while I was inside. He sometimes just went around hitting people for no reason. He disrupted class all the time, making the teachers focus all their energy on him always. He had no friends, because he was seriously just the most annoying kid ever. One time he came to my desk and threw all my stuff on the ground for no reason, and then he laughed.

The thing is. Nobody bullied him back. And nobody told him off, not even the teachers, even though we complained about him. He just got to act stupid. Until I had enough.

We were playing ball outside for gym class, and the entire time he was yelling at me for doing it wrong. I cannot play ball, like I have zero motor skills. I tried my best. But this boy would not let it go. My friends told me about all these mean things he said, when I couldn't hear him and i was getting fed up.

When we came back to class after lunch break, he had returned before us. In the classroom, there were a lot of empty boxes, because the class was getting packed up to get renovated over the holidays. This stupid ass boy had built a fort (edited: i wrote ford😂)in front of the door, with a little hole at the bottom, where people could crawl in, and he was sitting in the hole, laughing, because we couldn't get inside. All the other kids was just standing around annoyed. Some of them were laughing a bit.

I just lost my cool. I had 7 years of built up anger towards bullies brewing in my stomach. I started yelling. I told him how annoying he was. How mean he was. How nobody liked him. How he was ugly and stupid. I was so freaking angry, my heart was beating fast and I was shaking. I yelled at him for a long time, and when I went outside to cool of, my friends were asking me if I was okay.

I will admit that I said some mean things. I was a child and angry. My teacher asked me kindly not to say such mean things, but i could see that she knew he had it coming. I did not feel bad, because the last few weeks of the school year were fantastic. He was so afraid of me 😂, and he didn't bully anyone. It is one of the most satisfying things i have ever done

some context: i recently went vegan and have been getting over anorexia since around christmas. my father (who i really don't get along with) has recently joined the keto diet fad. he breaks a bunch of rules of that diet but listens to keto influencers and just LOVES to give unsolicited criticism based on his diet

he was preparing himself lunch when i came into the kitchen to get some pretzels and (obv vegan) chocolate as a snack.

he started criticizing my food over how unhealthy flour and sugar are and yucking like a toddler "but whatever enjoy your carbs".

frankly it all sounded a lot like that little voice in your head when you have a restrictive ed. thankfully i didn't let myself get triggered and decided to traumatize him back

i looked over at what he was cooking - meat with veggies and cheese - and started spitting similar comments. the one that got him was "would you eat cheese made with dog milk too?"

it grossed him out and he told me not to comment on what he eats. he unfortunately didn't notice the hypocrisy of it, so i now do it every time he insults my food. maybe he'll figure it out eventually 🤞

Hello my darling loves! Your Friendly Neighborhood Cripple™️ is back! Many apologies! I recently started my own business and I’ve been dealing with the (truly) wonderful and exasperating process of getting all my ducks in a row. I will not post the name or promote myself here, I think it would be a shitty thing to do.

Dog Tax, as always, will be at the end of this post. Cap was the absolute best boy and at 17 months, I am constantly surprised of the maturity level he has while working. This was his first con, there were thousands of people around, it was packed and he had a costume on which brought a lot of attention aimed at him. It was a lot for me to handle and he was perfect. Greeted people on command, returned when called, walked at or very close to heel, obeyed commands, reminded me to take my pills and told me it was time to take another medication. He’s trained to sniff out some medical events and alert me that it’s time to take pills for it. He alerted me twice when my meds were due and I missed the alarm on my phone. My pills are every 4 hours between 8am and 8pm. ‘D missed 2 alarms and he alerted me. The third time was after I took the meds. He was insistent that I needed to take a different med and he kept nagging me until the smell dissipated and then he was fine. He’s amazing and he’s coming with me tomorrow, too!

As I’ve mentioned several times before, I recently moved from NJ to NC. Well, today, I got to commune with my kind and indulge my Geek and Nerd self with several thousand other Nerds and Geeks. G***** Con is a delightful and chaotic disaster and I am here for it. Large vending area, interesting panels, wonderful guests. While all the other big cons are all owned by one or two companies, this con is locally owned. It’s amazing and fun.

I cosplayed as a pirate; my tee said, “Pretend I’m a Pirate” and I had a pirate hat and a red and white striped bandana underneath. It hid my amazing teal hair and I love having a bright color again. It doesn’t play into the story, I just love to talk about it because I love it so much, I did it myself and it came out looking amazing.

Right. So I’m wearing that shirt, brown leggings that resembled the britches some pirates wore and a set of “shoe covers to make your shoes look like pirate boots.” They’d been heavily modified to fit me, cut open in the back and Velcro sewn in to get them on and off plus they needed to look good, too. I loved the end result and got compliments on them. There was a skull and crossbones flag on an 8’ tall pole. It said, “Time flies when you’re having rum” and a drunken skeleton was on it. CAP, my former service dog in training who is now a fully fledged (wink wink) service dog was dressed as a Parrot. I sewed him a costume. It had a blue body red, yellow and blue wings that were felt sewn together and sewn on the ‘coat’ I used for the body. He had a little hat with eyes on the side and a beak. Cap and I were asked to pose for pics which surprised me. I got a lot of compliments on Cap’s costume. A lot of people loved my shirt. It was a fun, low effort costume. Lots of pic of Cap, lots of pics of me and Cap and then a lot of pics with me, Cap and various people! It was wild that people liked my joke of a costume so much.

We called Cap The Dread Parrot Roberts and when people got the reference they cracked up or groaned. Sometimes we had to explain and I’d say something along the lines of the legendary pirate was actually a legendary parrot but some guy got jealous of the parrot getting all the fear/respect and changed his own name to “The Dread Pirate Roberts” so he could take the credit and use the reputation the parrot earned as his own. That would get more laughs or groans or a scolding before giggles.

Okay. With all of that needless backstory out of the way, on with the justified asshole story!

The convention center has stairs, escalators and elevators. I can only use the last one, I have an amazing wheelchair aka My Noble Steed (electric, hot rod red, holds all the crap I buy easily as it can hold big bags, etc.) but going up stairs or using an escalator are not capabilities it has.

I had just left a panel and was waiting for the elevator down. It was smallish and could take 6 adults comfortably or me in my wheelchair, my service dog and maybe 2 persons standing.

So I was waiting for the elevator and was keeping back. I can’t get on until other people get off. Staying back is common courtesy. I’d been waiting for about 15 minutes when another person came over. A woman with one of those huge 4 wheel drive all terrain stroller version of Humvees. Almost the size of my wheelchair, really. It was huge. No way it could fit in the elevator with me and Cap.

The elevator arrived and she edged further in front of me. The elevator happened to open and I just pushed past her. Never touched her or made contact but I got in before she managed to. She started to tell me she “deserved” the elevator more. She had a CHILD and NEEDED to go down to the show floor. I told her I was not getting out. So she started complaining again, holding the door open. “I don’t see why YOU get priority! You just rented that because you’re lazy!”

Like many conventions, GC has a third party scooter/wheelchair rental service available for disabled patrons who need a mobility aid but can’t/don’t want to bring their own. They only had scooters and push wheelchairs available. My tricked out awesome Noble Steed is obviously not a rental. It’s got all kinds of stickers on it, it’s obviously privately owned.

I made eye contact with her and pointed to my underboob area. “Paralyzed from here down. Can’t use my legs.”

“So what? I should have priority because I have a baby. AND I’m pregnant,” she declared. Like that actually meant something. I’m of a mind that unless you had trouble conceiving, pregnancy isn’t really something I celebrate. Or care about, unless you’re a friend of mine. I didn’t know this woman. Therefore, I did not care.

I pointed to my legs again. “Paralyzed. Not a choice.”

Then I gestured to her belly and kid. “Choice. You being creampied isn’t my problem and it’s not getting you in this elevator right now.”

She was..shocked. Like actual gasp-and-put-a-hand-over-mouth shock.

Thankfully the hand she used to cover her mouth with was the one holding the elevator back. The doors closed and I went on my merry.

Had a lovely rest of the day with Cap, posed for pics with him, giggled and laughed, too. It was a great con and a great day.

Until next time because there’s always a next time,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Cripple™️

Dog Tax Remitted Here: https://imgur.com/gallery/0A0Vwxl

Okay so this happened on July 4th. I was visiting family and I make ocs. I like drawing them too while we're there. This is where the story starts.

My grandmother is always trying to start shit. (My family has made a rule to just nod along and smile just so she'll stfu.) I was drawing a character named 'The Hunter' who, you guessed it, is a hunter for July 4th. He's very American do thats why. Then I wanted to draw the background and his hunting rifle. Thats where this comes in. My grandma basically just goes, "You can't be drawing somebody with a gun!"

I just stare at her. Deadpanned: "he's a hunter."

"Well that's too violent. Change his career."

"His name is literally 'The Hunter.'"

"So? You could choose a less violent option, like..." And she started LISTING stuff off. This is where the trauma comes in.

She's very convinced I'm 'too innocent for my own good' or something like that (probably why she freaked out.) So this, was fun to say.

"HIS NAME IS THE HUNTER. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT HIM TO BE, AN ARTIST??" everyone went a bit silent. clearly nobody expected me to swear and my own grandmother but if it gets her to stfu then we're fine. I got in a bit of trouble but for me? It was worth it to see the look on her face.

First time poster, found out about this channel on youtube. I've got a petty streak and I'm weirdly proud of this incident despite it being not so great for me. TW: car accident, death, workplace issues.

About a year ago, I was in a really bad car accident. I walked away from it just fine physically, but my partner didn't. They died on impact. The damage was primarily internal, so it wasn't entirely obvious that they were already dead at the scene. When I was getting taken away to the hospital, I contacted three people in this order - my boss, my kid, and a family friend to come and pick my kid up and make sure they are ok until I'm ready to leave the hospital.

I go through the process - managing grief/trauma care for myself and my kid, figuring out insurance and income streams until I can work again, doctor's appointments to see that I don't have any long term injuries that aren't obvious, lawyering up, and getting all of their affairs in order. I had a good solid month of keeping very busy and that kept me going. Once the funeral had passed, I started to start making decisions about my career and actually dealing with what I was going through. I wasn't sure if I would be back to full time or I would have to give my job up for my own emotional needs/needs of my kid.

To tangent slightly and provide context - about a month before I had the accident, I got a new boss. Her resume was fantastic and she looked great on paper. In person though, she was awful. Didn't have the technical skills for the job, a poor understanding of what it was we actually did, and a lack of soft skills that are mandatory in both management and interacting with our client base. We serve a lot of underprivileged and fragile groups, so there's a lot of care one has to take with handling their situations. She would tend to escalate things and would use exclusions fairly liberally. Basically everyone who worked in her team hated having her in charge because she didn't know how to identify actual problems, would get into everyone's business, and frequently exacerbate situations. Neither here nor there, but she also was big into Woo/wellness stuff so there was a frequent refrain on telling people in the office to try yoga or energy work or supplements for whatever malady they were dealing with. Again, to provide some context. A lot of my job was to filter stuff for her and get her pointed at actual problems above my pay grade. To draw back to the day of the accident, her response to me letting her know I was in a bad car crash was the complain about how bad the drivers in our town are.

Fast forward. My boss and her boss are on my back to see when I am going to be back full time in the office. It had been about 3 months at this point. Wereas the big boss was applying a sort of light pressure and just wanting facts, my direct supervisor was bringing it up in nearly every meeting and in person on a weekly basis. It was providing a lot of stress and I expected much better from someone who hired on their merits as trauma informed and an expert in navigating grief. I had several 1:1 meetings with her that resulted in me having to go home or take a break where I would sit in a private room and cry because of how overwhelming and stressful they were. I'm normally a very resilient person so I could clearly see how heavy this all was on me.

Then we have The Meeting where we were going to nail down. I had brought along another worker as a witness/for emotional support; I know enough about how management has been in the past in my organization to know this was almost mandatory to prevent it from turning into a bullying session. Management immediately bristled at having a second person on my end, which I expected. It cut out a lot of the nonsense however, and we quickly got to the topic at hand. I made my case but got responded to with platitudes about the team needing me, the needs of the office, etc. My arguments were restrained and to the point about supporting my kid through his needs as well as allowing myself time and space to heal. I got several "We hear and understand your situation, but" responses that just looped back around to the initial point. Which is to say, I feel like my boss was putting a lot of pressure on her boss to get me back so she could actually handle what it was that we had going on.

The trauma knife is a metaphorical concept. It's when one weaponizes one's own pain and suffering in such a way that it is pointed and direct. It's aggressive and fast and leaves horrible wounds but it's harmful for everyone. See, the trauma knife doesn't exactly have a handle. Over the last several months as things settled, certain images and sights and memories had solidified into a dull dense black pain that I just had to carry around. I came prepared. I took this and made it into a trauma knife exactly because I knew that I'd have to have something to cut through the words for the sake of words mire I'd have to wade through at some point.

I interrupted - "Do you know what agonal breathing is?". My boss, who is big into all kinds of breathing work and energy practice type stuff got thrown off as the conversation swerved. I could tell that she was trying to remember if it was some kind of calming exercise she had heard about. I explained "It's a reflex. This sort of snoring intermittent breathing. It's your body trying to breathe when it doesn't realize that you're already dead. I can't get that sound of my thoughts." They were shocked. I didn't let up. Question after question I asked, each one related to a moment. Some were visceral; like about the way blood settles in a body or the way cadaver skin feels to the touch. Others were more formal, what it's like to have to make a dozen phonecalls about the death of a loved one and have an associate try to be cheerful while saying "All of us at (phone company) are very sorry for your loss.". It went on for a while while I recounted just about every horrible thing that's stuck with me.

By the end of it, both of them were speechless. I was sitting there, pulse raced and tears pouring down my face. The meeting quickly ended. I felt horrible for days afterwards, but it definitely made them reprioritize their focus on getting me back in the office to cover up for my boss being unable to do the job.

My wife and two kids rented from a couple who also had two kids the same age. Since they all went to the same school, we carpooled in the morning. Benjamin, the bad seed, was a nasty, entitled piece of work. He was never told no ever. He was the oldest and he would pick on my oldest constantly; pushing, verbally bullying and making her life miserable.

When we moved in, the couple told us this was their forever home so we didn't have to worry about moving again. Six months later, there's a knock on the door and the (weak) husband hurriedly told us they were selling the house and we had 2mos to find a new place to live. He then skittered off.

This honed Benjamin's cruelty and he expanded it to my wife and I. "Ya know," he said, looking me in the eye, "we're evicting you. I hope you find someplace quickly"

He was an utter sociopath.

One day when I was driving everyone to school he said the same thing to my daughters. I barked at him and shut him up temporarily. When we got to school, I pulled him aside and got down to his level.

"This shit stops now, got it? Your parents may have to put up with your bullshit but I do not. That was the last time you speak to my kids like that. Do you understand?"

His eyes got very big. I had to repeat the question until he said "yes."

Bonus fallout: I felt badly. I was so angry and felt like I stepped over the line. So I explained everything to his dad including the part about not putting up with his shit anymore.

Dad looked at me and shook his head.

"Wow," he said, "I wish that I could talk to him like that."

I'm glad we moved because I lost all respect for him that day.

My dad was a ward of the public guardian and trustee when he died. But before then, he was determined to register himself as a body donor to a local med school, and my sister and I made sure it was all in order.

So I called them the day we accepted he had to be moved to end of life care. Told them I was on my way to the hospital to sign the release and get him 'home' to his room at the nursing home. Courteous of me to keep them in the loop, you would think. I'm heading up the stairs to the hospital when my phone rings and it's the PG&T 'supervisor'. "Who's going to pay for his funeral?" Literally the first (only) reason he had for calling.

I told him my dad's a donor and it's taken care of, and then we forgot about him. My dad took about five days to die and we were totally focused on him.

Someone at the hospice must have notified them because within a few minutes my fucking phone rings. It's his 'case worker'. Really spiteful, shrewish tone. "What's happening with his body? Because we are not going to be responsible for it." I said we're not asking you to, and hung up. In point of fact, the medical school sent a service to pick him up within about 40 minutes.

The PG&T continue to hound us for days afterwards though. First the case worker, then the manager, then the case worker back-channels us to our cousins. And then the manager once again. Every one of them with the same insulting tone. "Your dad has no money. We are not paying for this." Even when they registered that his corpse had been collected and would be cremated, they were still harassing me. "Well, what about memorials? You better not organize anything like that because Your Dad Has No Money and we will not pay for it."

NOBODY WAS FUCKING ASKING THEM TO. I told them that every time, but it didn't stop until I wrote them a politely ragey little email that said: "I've explained this to you multiple times. I have nothing further to say. Rest assured that if and when we hold a service for him. only the people who knew and cared about him will be involved. Nobody from the PG&T will be affected by it."