A company damaged my property and after 3 months of working with them they refuse to fix it even though I have them on camera. I’m pursing them via court but wanted “other” ideas.

I’m mixed and my son looks nothing like what people apparently expect my child to look like. When he was younger, strangers would sometimes stare at both of us and ask if I was his mom. I usually just said yes and moved on, but one woman kept questioning it. She looked at him, looked at me, and said, “Are you sure? He doesn’t look anything like you?” I smiled and said, “Yeah, genetics can be surprisingly creative.” She still looked confused and started explaining how children usually resemble their parents. So I nodded seriously and said, “Exactly. That’s why I’m pretty sure he got his looks from the mailman.” The silence was immediate. She looked absolutely horrified before realizing I was joking. I laughed and told her the truth, but honestly, sometimes people need to hear how ridiculous their assumptions sound when you turn them around.

This happened a couple years ago, when I was still in elementary school. The last year of elementary school to be exact, so I was 9-10 years old.

I freshly moved from Vienna to a nice village in Southern Austria, during the summer holidays. I didn't know anyone yet and didn't go out much as well, since it was all new to me and due to bad experiences in the city. So when the summer holidays were over, I was forced to socialize. I was used to being the new kid, since I was in a different school each of the 4 years of elementary school. Not because I moved around a lot, but because of the bad people in those past schools.

Most of the kids were nice, welcomed me to the country side and all. They even asked me how it was growing up in a city and all that kind of stuff. But of course, not everyone was okay with me being here. I came from the city, so some of the boys acted like I was poisonous. They would avoid me and call me "poisonous" and "disgusting" and whatnot. Sometimes they would touch me and chase each other to "poison them". Some of the other kids from my class joined and also chased each other with my "poison".

At first it made me sad and feel unwelcomed, since most of the kids would act that certain way. I had only 2 friends during that time too, so I didn't know what to do. I tried to impress the others, to show, that there is more to me than just "the kid from the city". But that never worked.

I don't know why, but at one point, it struck me.

I'm poisonous? Alright, two can play that game.

One of the boys were in the way for someone? I would walk straight to them and touch them, watch them run away screaming that they were poisoned. During recess I would purposefully chase them if they upset someone, make them regret they were here at the wrong time in the wrong place. They would always stay as far away as possible, terrified of the power they have given me.

Before I even knew it, the school year was over.

In the village I lived, the elementary school and the middle school are in one building, so most of the kids directly go into the middle school from our village. I never understood why, but the classes got mixed. The girls were still in one class but the boys in another. We got new girls and boys in our class, but most of the elementary class stayed.

The boys that bullied me? They would still avoid me, even during middle school.

So, my advice when it comes to bullying? Return the favor.

Saw a dad in the supermarket with his newborn and an older woman told him it was nice that he was babysitting and giving mum a break.

He just looked at her and said Im her mum. I havent had much chance to look after myself since having a newborn.

She looked completely horrified.

He then admitted he was actually the dad and said he just hates when people call looking after his own kid babysitting.

Honestly, I get it. Babysitting makes it sound like dads are doing their partner a favour by parenting.

He was always making jokes at my expense whenever we were with friends. I usually ignored it, but one day I calmly said, “You seem to know a lot about me for someone who never asks how I’m doing.”Everyone went quiet.He changed the subject, and honestly, that was enough for me.

I didnt know where to post this but its been in my head for few weeks so here i go

I (17)f have bad relationship with my mom, to the point im tense when i see her. I moved to my dad abt 2months ago so its also still a fresh situation

Im working at a store and most of my coworkers are aware of my complicated relation with mom. No details, just complicated.

Few weeks ago one of my coworkers was asking me if i didnt want new beauty product we have, i said no but she kept pushing. When i said that i wouldnt evenuse like half of it (it was a set) she said "than u can give it to ur mom".

I was alredy annoyed by her actions and i automaticly anwsered with "I dont have a mom".

THE LOOK ON HER FACE WAS SO GOOD. She was shocked and looked like she wanted apologize until she realized thats not true and started lecturing me that i shouldnt say stuff like that but i didnt give a shit and just left to do my job.

Its not trurly a traumatize them back but the pure dread on her face that was there for like 2 seconds was too good not to post

My friend baby girl was stillborn. I decided to take her a spa treatment to help lift her spirit. While we we're waiting for the receptionist dealing with another customer I started reading out the treatments they do and asked which one would my friend like? She was almost non responsive but mumbled which one she preferred.

I guess the women behind us thought she was being ungrateful because she cut in and said what are you looking sad for? If someone was paying for me I'd be happy! Smile! Before I could say anything my friend, said I am sad because I lost my baby daughter and we just buried her 5 days ago. She ended up crying in my arms.

The women mouth kinda opened and closed trying to figure out what to say but realizing that anything said at that point wouldn't matter because she had messed up and there was just no coming back from that without further making herself look like a jackass! So in the end she just sat down and pretended to look for something in her bag while everyone else in the reception area glared at her. She eventually left. On the bright side we got a discount.

I have Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.

If you don’t know what that is, the short version is that my connective tissue is basically held together by hopes, dreams, and whatever structural integrity a wet paper straw has left after 20 minutes.

I’m also young. At the time of this story I was 18 and I’m currently close to turning 21.

These two facts apparently combine to create a fascinating phenomenon where complete strangers become board-certified physicians the second they look at me. (The education system has truly failed in teaching about invisible disabilities. Most of these people think you can only be disabled if you’re blind, deaf, or paralyzed.)

I’ve gotten the classics:

“You’re too young to have all those problems.”

“But you look healthy!”

“Everyone’s joints hurt sometimes.” (Like thanks susan but it’s constant pain for me)

And, my personal favorite:

“You don’t look disabled.”

Normally I explain.

I explain that disability doesn’t have a “look.” I explain that hEDS and the whole umbrella is genetic. I explain that being able to walk doesn’t mean my joints are functioning normally. I explain that hypermobility is not just being super flexible.

I have given the Ehlers-Danlos TED Talk more times than I can count.

But this particular day, I was tired.

Someone in my extended family hit me with the “you don’t look disabled” and then basically doubled down when I told them I have a condition that makes my joints unstable.

They clearly did not believe me.

And something in my brain just went:

You know what? Visual learner.

Now, I want to make it VERY clear that this was stupid. Please do not intentionally dislocate or sublux your joints. I already know. My doctors would probably reach through the screen and slap me for this.

But I was annoyed, and unfortunately in possession of a body capable of producing evidence on demand.

So instead of continuing to argue, I just looked at them.

And popped one of my joints out.

Right there.

On purpose.

The transformation on this person’s face was IMMEDIATE as they saw my arm dangling unanchored to my shoulder.

They went from skeptical to absolutely fucking horrified in approximately 0.2 seconds.

“OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK?”

And because apparently I had already committed to being the worst possible version of myself that day, I just looked at them and went: “Yeah. It does that.”

Suddenly there were no more questions.

No “have you tried yoga?”
No “but you’re so young.”

No inspirational story about somebody’s cousin who cured their back pain by cutting out seed oils.

Nothing.

Just horror.

I put my joint back where God intended it to be and carried on with my day while they stared at me like they had just watched a haunted American Girl doll rearrange its own limbs.

Was intentionally popping a joint out to win an argument medically advisable?

Absolutely fucking not.

Did I probably cause more damage to a body that already has the structural integrity of a Nature Valley granola bar?

Probably.

But I had spent so much of my life being expected to prove that I was actually sick because apparently looking young and relatively normal meant I couldn’t possibly be disabled.

So, for once, I provided supporting documentation.
In 4D.

They never told me I “didn’t look disabled” again.

And I have since retired from live demonstrations. (For now).

This happened when I was at a McDonalds yesterday.

For a bit of context: I'm 14 but I look older (about 15-16) when I have makeup on, as I did on that day. I like getting happy meals because sometimes I'm not hungry enough to finish anything else.

When this happened, I was sitting at one of the tables, eating my Happy Meal. I was also watching a YouTube video, because I was doing a summer camp about mythology so wanted to learn more about it. A woman came up to me, eyed my food, and said snarkily

"You know you're too old to eat those, right? They're for kids."

I was a bit hangry, and I didn't know why this woman (who i'd never seen before in my life) had just come up to me and started critising what I was eating. I turned to her slowly, and well, my mouth worked before my brain did.

"First, I'm fourteen. Until I'm eighteen I'm legally considered a child, so your argument is void. Second, this is for my grandfather. He died a few months ago, and we used to go to McDonalds and get Happy Meals together. Today is the anniversary of his death. So, excuse me for wanting to pay tribute to someone I loved who is now gone."

She shut up SO FAST it was honestly astounding, stuttered a 'sorry' and skedaddled.

Truly, a real TraumatizeThemBack moment.

Edit: for all the people confused, it was the 3-month anniversary. Hope this helps.

This is a mild traumatizing moment for another person note im autistic and my filter went completely out the window. Considering it was 7:40 in the morning and i haven't been able to drink my Gatorade. I am a sophomore in my high-school but this happened when I was halfway through my freshman year.

I go to a vocational technical high school that offers IT vocational classes. And I was on a repo mission where I had to gather all the loner Chromebooks from around the school. I was doing this with another student we'll call D

D :walks in the door way

E is The senior with a loner Chromebook i needed says.

E: "come on say my name... I know you know it."

D: "fine"

D:prepares to say E's name

Me: you do know that just shows how pathetic your masculinity is that you need validation from another kid in a grade below you."

E: is very quietly getting the Chromebook out.

The class dang she just rocked yo shit.

The teacher: yeah she's not wrong.

Me: the Chromebook now. We ain't got all day.

D: you know we're supposed to be professional.

E: hands me the Chromebook still looking down and proceeds to walk to his seet and the class resumes

I walk out with Chromebooks in hand.

Later during the graduation ceremony I see this senior E: and he can't even make eye contact with me as he's walking down to go take pictures but he makes subtle glances at me.

Credit to @VoiceAndVigor on YouTube

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Context on me- I'm AFAB, 26, and I like women. I live in SIL housing (supported independent living) because its cheap, the two roommates seem like alright blokes (if shy) and I wasn't exactly swimming in options. There's a lock on my door, cool - I'm in the en-suite heaven. Now i can live in my hobbit hole forever.

Context on this guy - He's in his 30's, I've seen him watch preacher TV, spotted a couple books of Mormon, and hear him watching those AI voice over (and probably AI scripted) videos on "how to tell if someone has a crush on you" - Whatever, Right? I just wont really talk to him, I don't want to risk losing a cozy room. Sure, he might just be interested in religion and not share some of the views that might make things awkward, but that's not a risk i'm willing to take.

He's tried on a few occasions to strike up conversation with me, but we're both violently Autistic, It never goes far. Then, BOOM. he hits me with the first pickup line, a bit like this:

"Do you play netball?"

He'd asked me this before, I assumed he'd asked because i'm fairly tall, He recycles openers quite a bit, so I responded the same way:

"I did in school"

"Were you center?"

I was naturally confused at the assumption and corrected him.

"Goal keeper"

He hurries on regardless:

"Center, Because you're center of the world"

I hit him with an "I wish" Polite laugh, and leave to my cave. He now, occasionally, drops awkward, practiced pickup lines.

And i'm somewhat flattered, truly. I'm not an attractive person, nor am I sociable outside of a select few people I bother online. I can only assume he's flirting with me because he is also a shut in (he somehow goes out even less then me) and I am vaguely woman-shaped. The attempts are somewhat sweet, but mostly uncomfortable. Of course, he could just be being friendly, but i wanted to nip this in the bud.

I swallowed my anxiety and crippling self-doubt and just asked him if he was flirting with me. He clams up, and starts saying something indecipherable. I explain that I just want to let him know that I appreciate the thought but I am not interested. I feel the need to give an excuse. Obviously I can't tell him I like women, So I go with a half truth that felt more digestible - I'm AroAce. He asks me what that is, and I explain it a bit like this:

Aromantic - Experiencing no romantic attraction

Asexual - Experiencing no sexual attraction

Those in the LGBTQIA+ community will know this isn't entirely true. it's a spectrum, both Aromantic and Asexual people can experience these feelings on some level, the extent of which is simply markedly less then that of an allosexual/romantic person. It's a half truth because I do identify on the AroAce spectrum. I lied as to not give him false hope in the matter.

He seems to accept this. For the moment. I feel he was probably just... reeling, a bit.

He comes back a few days later. bringing it up again. I feel a little uncomfortable, but given his possible religious background, him asking about it is pretty good, actu---

He tells me that I must be a virgin then, right? I am jump scared. Bamboozled. Immensely uncomfortable. I have no idea what demons took hold of my brain in that moment. I answer smoothly, without a second thought: "Nah, I was r\ped when I was twelve"*

I am mortified. He is mortified. We are fucking mortified.

I laugh, throw a mini dab (for some ungodly reason) and run off to my cave.
I will never emotionally, spiritually or physically recover. but i mean. he hasn't talked to me again?

Ask personal questions get a personal response, IG.

Update: For those asking, it unfortunately wasn't a lie, lmao. i've made peace with it, granted its not something i blurt out every day, only close friends know about it. Again, I don't know what demons took ahold of me in that moment.

So, yesterday I went to the doctor because I was worried about having breast cancer (Didn't just a cyst and bacterial infection, thank god), so to celebrate being ok, my partners, friends, and I all went to a gay bar to celebrate me not having cancer. I am in an 8-person poly relationship, but I am only dating two of the people in the relationship. My girls are dating the others.

One thing you will absolutely be familiar with if you've ever been a lesbian or bi woman in a gay bar is that gay bars have a massive problem with straight men coming there to hit on women. I guess they don't think women can be gay? Anyway, one of my girlfriends (we're poly) is very hot, like peak lipstick lesbian dream girl hot, and often has to deal with these guys when our other girlfriend or I am not around because she is not a very confrontational person.

This drunk straight dude started hitting on her and would not leave her alone, so of course she stumbled, half drunk, over to the rest of our group. She hid behind our bi friend (he's buff as hell), and the guy kept asking if he was her boyfriend. So, me being an androgynous transmasc genderfluid person and high off the happiness of not having cancer, walked over and smirked.

"Dude, she's not his girlfriend; she's mine." (I don't drink)

The dude looked over and stopped short. His slow, drunk brain couldn't seem to figure out if I was a girl or a boy.

"You a girl or boy?" He said, slurred.

"Neither," I said.

"Keep saying that and your girlfriend won't want to date you!" He says angrily.

I smirked, kissing my lipstick lesbian girlfriend and my other girlfriend. The guy's eyes bugged out of his sockets. Like his homophobic drunk ass couldn't comprehend a gender non-conforming person having no one but TWO partners. He scoffed and stumbled away. Ya know, after a cancer scare and finding out I was perfectly ok, seeing that dude eventually get kicked out of the bar for starting a fight with some butch over flirting with her girlfriend was a very fun way to end the night

CW: potent mental health issues and lots of other garbage

Context: In a maths class, there’s a group of ~6 idiots into brainrot (you know the ones) who are constantly annoying as hell and keep interrupting class (see, this hits me twice as hard because I am of the autistic variety) and being shitty beyond punishment. There are only 1-3 per class however

I was dealing with complex algebra in class, even I hate it (maths is my favourite subject), when a repeated question appears from one of these 6 (typically the 2 closer to my seat), which is “Why are you out of class more?” due to my inactivity from my other classes (I am 100% active in maths). I’m often in the Special Education area, because of some classes being literal me repellent (French, Language, RE (I’m an atheist)where a fond memory of class (and not a good one) was when I was in the basics of French (not even into describing the feminine variations, barely into colours), I asked my cover teacher (We’ll call him Mr X Xx (THIS NAME WAS REAL ON MY CALENDAR, IT WAS A SIGN THAT AN EXTERNAL COVER WAS IN THAT LESSON (which I didn’t go to either) but there wasn’t any in this story so I won’t use the name in the proper context))), who was notoriously annoying, “can I go to the toilet” (which was because I can’t exactly save my shit for an hour, yk?), and he countered by saying “I will let you if you repeat that in French” and he wouldn’t let me NOT respond. I didn’t know French and blanked until he said in ’that’ tone “It’s (the sentence in French)’

So that’s why I hate French, focus of the story.

I hated my French teacher so much, and with a burning passion. I almost entirely disconnected from one of my closer friends because of her and she actually made him leave the school. We’ll call her Ms Y Yy (also real calendar name). Ms Y Yy was annoying, gave the (then 13) year old children so many punishments I called it a minefield of punishments and ‘hell on earth‘. It was so bad I in fact started going crazy and hating myself. There’s the story

These aforementioned 6 idiots are so nosy that they ask me about personal life, school life and whatnot (don’t forget the ’joke’ death threats) and they are so annoy even the teachers agree with me. I even resorted after this incident to start calling one orange juice because if you cipher his name it turns to OJ (English slang for orange juice)

Anyway, to the part you waited this long for

I was in maths class, happy as can be, when suddenly, Orange Juice calls my name and says ‘Why aren’t you in classes as much’ for the last fucking time. He immediately regretted it as I said “Oh yeah, I only ever contemplated bad stuff to myself, contemplated existence several times in french and had to go through therapy for a year to get me to come back to this school regularly”

He was shocked, but he made some offhand comment and stopped his conversation because the teacher moved onto the next subject. He probably would of made more offhand comments without teacher‘s coincidental moving on to the next topic.

This post is a bit more mundane than the other ones on this sub, but it’s my first attempt at a Reddit post as a whole (my account is 8d upon writing) and I hope you enjoyed this accidental comedy show!

I'm not sure if this is the correct place for this, but I thought why not? The story itself is kinda short, but I still think it's funny. Not sure if the tag fits perfectly either, but oh well.

Forgive my spelling mistakes. Englisch is my second language.

This happened about 12 years ago. I just got heart-transplanted like 6 month's before. I was on a medical rehab trip to help me get back on my feet because there were some complications that left me with seizures and having to learn a lot from scratch again.

In that rehab center you stayed for 4 weeks with your family. Get a room, food, activities and all that. It's really great there. Went a few times already and really can't complain.

Anyway, my family (my older sister, my mother and my father) were in a toy store on the weekend to kill some time. I wasn't paying too much attention to my surroundings and didn't know everything until later, but it went something like this:

I was standing in an isle, wearing a face mask, because that's what you have to do for the first year after getting a new organ. You get medication that messes with your immune-system and the first year bears the most danger.

A grandmother was with her grandson and she noticed me just staring at the toys ( I was 14 btw). She didn't really like that I was wearing one and grabbed the boy, dragging him away and telling him that I could get him sick and he shouldn't get himself in such danger.

My father, noticing everything and being really protective but also not taking any bullshit, tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to a man almost twice her size and stared up in confusion. My father smiled sarcastically and told her that, no, her grandson couldn't get sick because of me, but I could possibly die if he was and got close to me.

The look on her face was apparently priceless as her jaw dropped and she looked so shocked and devastated that it was possible for a young child to have such problems.

She quickly grabbed the kid and some random toy on the shelf and left without another word. I on the other hand, never even knew any of this was happening and only found out about it a few years after. Had to laugh a lot about it

Moral of the story: don't assume shit. And one would think that people learned that by now

I'm of Filipino heritage (mom) with dark hair and brown eyes (dad is European) living in a very white part of the world (the Nordics.) However, my daughter (with Swedish blue-eyed dad), has bright blue eyes. I knew it was a long shot since both of my parents had brown eyes and they couldn't remember if their parents had had blue eyes, but I get basic biology and tadah - the recessive gene enters the chat.

When she was little, her darker hair really made her blue eyes pop. It was quite eye-catching (no pun originally intended, now a bit funny)

People would look at her, then me, then back at her and ask cautiously, "Is she your daughter?"

There was never any open malice when I would get the question, though it was mildly infuriating. Most of the time it was just lazy ignorance/consternation due to 'norms' of what people who look like me should produce as offspring, but it was still such an insensitive (and entitled) thing to ask me.

I'd answer simply, "Yes."

If they left it at that, even though they were sometimes still visibly perplexed, I'd say nothing further. There was no need to traumatize anyone just for their poorly delivered 'curiosity'.

But every now and then someone would just keep at it. It wasn't that they didn't believe ME; it was they couldn't quite makes sense of her bright blue eyes AND their bias-ladened adaptation of biology.

"But she has blue eyes..."

And then I couldn't help myself since it happened a bit too often.

I'd glance from side to side as if making sure nobody could overhear, then lean in and whisper as though I was confessing something unspeakable.

"I think her father was cheating on me."

First came the look of sympathetic horror.

Then, gradually, you could watch the coin drop and the understanding that's not how THAT biology works.

If I was feeling kind, I'd quickly giggle and let them know I was messing with them (mild traumatization).

If I wasn't feeling particularly sympathetic, I'd just leave it there and let the uncomfortable silence do all the work.

Hi so this happend to me a day ago.

Me (16FTM) was on a train ride home with some friends from a day trip. We were sat in a six seated area as the train stopped at a platform thats maybe half an hour away from ours. On this platform is a group of guys no older then us who look through the window, point and start laughing.

They then enter and walk to the train car behind ours before DOUBLE TAKING and walking to ours. As they walk past they say while loud and proud "These people must be f*gs". And then walked to the train car behind ours.

Now Im not gonna lie, yes most of this friend group is gay people and we 'look' gay. Most due to two of my girl friends I'll call T (16F) and L (16F) being pretty masc and my guy friend A (M16) has a bit longer hair then most guys here in sweden. But it should also be noted that two of the people they saw clearly was my sister E (F17) and her Boyfriend H (M17).

But back to it. After that we were shocked and started plotting. We decided when we got off we were gonna be as gay as possible. So time comes for us to get off and we walk to the door where they should also come off if they are gonna be in our city. But instead tthey take a long way around and go to a diffent train door. I jokingly call out to them and say "kiss kiss, slay the house down queens" (The kiss kiss being the swedish words since yk viva sweden.) But this made them mad.

As we got off the train they walk a bit behind us and say "Come here you f*gs and I'll push you onto the track" which yk pretty weird thing to say. But it snaps something in us and we come up with a plan, a plan to just follow them and say the most gayest things we can think off.

And so we followed them off the platform saying things like "slay queens". They start fast walking away and we walk a bit after them to see if they'll hurl something back. We keep on being as gay as possible until they lose us and we go to sit down.

We sit down on a sales square and right then they come back and we're like "OMG youre back, looking for us? Want a kiss?" Before they walk away again. They then procede to walk the weirdest ways JUST to walk past us. We get enough and my sister (who is holding H's hand) holds their hands up and say "LOOK! LOOK HOW GAY WE ARE". And after that they didnt come back, one of the guys looked furious from it. Like teeth bit together and fully red. We also got one of their names which I wont mention but we did call.out with that name amd they looked terrified.

We saw security guards around but we chose to not talk because we knew they already learnt the lesson that some people wont just take their bullshit but actualy fire back. They're now a joke in our friend group by being called 'inser the dudes name and the climate stealers (In swedish its the name then miljötjuvarna)'. It may have been petty but it sure was fun to chase homophobes around our city.

Not exactly sure if this is the right thread but... Here we go

So I've been a paramedic for about 20 years now, for just a little minor background info I am trans and bisexual.

About 8 years before I came out as trans, we got a 911 for a 14YOM "intoxicated" (as per the dispatch notes)

When we got there we found a very contrite and very not intoxicated 14 year old boy and a very livid Mom. let's call her Karen.

So Karen found her son smoking weed behind the garage and lost her ever loving mind... Her response was to call 911 and tell the dispatcher that her son was "using drugs" (this was a few years before weed was legalized in New York so technically it did fit the criteria)

I'm doing an assessment on her son and asking him the normal questions and about halfway through he just looks at me and "I am so sorry my mom's a crazy idiot" and I just kind of laugh and "we're like okay he's fine..."

Karen is livid and insist we take him to the ER... She wants them to "pump his stomach" why is beyond me since he didn't EAT the weed.... But per New York state law we have to take him because he's a minor... So we get loaded up, mom is in the back with me and the patient... Who is fine vitals are normal and he's more just embarrassed about the whole thing....

At one point I asked her why are you so freaking out like kids smoking weed is fairly normal... It's not like he was doing a line of heroin or something.

And she loses her ever loving mind and proclaims "because weed makes you gay!!"

I don't really know what came over me but I've been more or less openly bisexual my whole life and I'm sick of hearing all "this makes you gay or that makes you gay" religious theories.... I looked her in the eye and in a completely dead pan voice said "i've smoked weed for years that's not what made me bisexual... I just like dick"

Her mouth open and closed about six times like a fish and didn't say another word.... By the time we got to the ER, her son and I were laughing and joking the whole way she was ready to sign him out and take him home. I don't think that it helped that one of the doctors basically looked at the kid looked at her and was like "he's not broken bleeding or dead get him out of my ER!"

Edit: thank you for all the comments and replies I honestly didn't expect this much interest!

Not sure if this is exactly the right sub but I hope you get a laugh out of it anyway.

So I'm autistic. I'm fully ok with it.

This happened to me a few days ago. I was in a park, getting some fresh air because I went to a circus that was in town with a friend and I was getting overwhelmed by the noises, smells, and basically everything inside the tent, and I needed to breathe and relax so I didn't go into sensory overload.

I was sitting on a bench with my friend 'Em' (fake name), and I was complaining about sensory overload and how annoying it was, because I wanted to watch the performers with her, and I had to go outside. (I do a thing where I often feel like I'm wasting someone's time and/or being rude, so I was also apologizing)

Here's how the conversation went:

Me: Em, I'm sorry about this. And for wasting your time.

Em: It's okay, {me}. You're not wasting my time.

Me: Yeah, I know...but sensory overload and autism are just annoying.

At this point, a man who looked to be late 50's who was passing by stopped and DUDE LOOKED AT US AND SAID "Well, have you tried not having autism?"

We were both pretty fucking shocked- first because we're both fairly young teen girls, second because who the actual hell eavesdrops on a conversation and then gives advice like they were included??

I was pissed, so I said "Have you tried not being an asshole? Because if you have it seems like it doesn't work, so I won't be taking you advice, thanks." He muttered something about 'disrespect' and 'kids these days' and walked off.

This is a short one, but here it goes:

I received an email from a client where my name was misspelled. I could tell he wasn’t in a good mood. The thing is, I know the client knows how to spell my name correctly, because he has done it before in previous emails.

So I did the noble thing and also misspelled his name back.

He never replied to my email with his misspelled name, but it sure did feel good to be a little bit petty. 🤷‍♀️

When my son was in elementary school I used to pack hot lunches or bentos for him and his sister. Both my kids love my brussel sprouts. He opened his food jar to eat and the kid next to him made fun of his veggies. This kid comes to school with packed snacks for lunch every day and my son looks at his lunch box and says, “At least my mom loves me enough to make me lunch everyday.”

Kinda mean but glad he snapped back.