So, I was thinking about who I am as a person, and trying to discern why I am the way I am. I have thoughts like this all the time. For instance, Would I be interested in the rights of all if I wasn't born in a culture that is historically and continually marginalized? Or would I have loved Sports if my dad took me out to games or had the time to play some games outside? In the end, I love British Media just like my dad does, so there's always something to that.
I, as some of you might know, have a fear of women. Not like a phobia. I just feel helpless around them. I'm constantly paranoid around them. A lot of it is the size and the race. I'm 6'2, which is somewhat tall. I get that a woman alone would be afraid of me. But what people don't get is that I'm equally terrified of her. If she gets it in her mind to say something happened... it happened. It's that cut and dry.
And that made me wonder why I think like that. And I remember the first day I actually got that in my head. It was in sixth grade.
I went to a private Christian school. Small classes. Who you had in Kindergarten would be the people you graduated with if you stuck in the class. No changes unless someone moved. So while I wouldn't call these guys friends, I knew them for literally five years.
One day, during recess, a girl we'll name 'L' came to the teacher crying. I wasn't there, so I don't know what actually happened, but the story was that these five guys grouped around her and apparently pulled a button off of her uniform while laughing. Nothing happened because she said she got away, but my teacher had none of it. I remember the rage on her face to this day. I was super glad I didn't go over to play with them that day.
They didn't come back to class. They weren't in class the next day. And since that day was friday, the weekend passed... with them still not back. We didn't see them back until Thursday. And that's when we got the whole story.
We all learned about what L said what happened and the Five swore up and down that it didn't happen. They were suspended. They were interviewed by cops (remember, we were eleven). Since they didn't have anything but their statement, they couldn't charge the kids with anything. Which several parents were enraged with and I think talked to the precinct about it. I don't really remember what happened, but I know the parents were upset of the inaction and the fact that the five were allowed back in the classroom.
But they had punishment. Extra work they had to get done or they would be held back, no recesses, barred from every school trip, added 4 demerits to their record (if I remember correctly, if you get 5 demerits you would be called into the office, and given their current suspension, it would have been enough to get them expelled)... and that's just the stuff the school did. According to them, they WANTED to go to school because they were getting it worse in home.
And that's how life was for them for... I think around three weeks. When our teacher overheard L laughing to her friend that she made the whole thing up to get them in trouble.
One more time. Our teacher was there to hear L state plainly that the whole thing was made up.
I remember L standing in front of Mrs. West's desk with her head hung down. And I remember... not the same fury, but Mrs. West wasn't pleased at all. She called the parents, L confessed. and L got two demerits.
And that was it. Mrs. West apologized to the boys. I think the cops were called and told what happened. But that was it. L wasn't demonized but our teacher didn't really like her much afterwards. I don't remember parents looking at L as they looked at the five. There was nothing in recompense for the punishment the Five received other than removing the suspension and the demerits off their record.
It was like being beat down by a group of people, and someone coming out of the woods like "Yo, that's not the dude"... and those guys going "Yo, my bad. We straight?".
And that made me terrified of women to this day. Not only can they say anything and you are guilty until you got some damn good evidence proving your innocence (and even then, people will still say "Isn't that the guy...?"), but there seemed to be no real downside if the woman is caught. Just a ceremonial tap on the wrist and that's that.
I don't like to be in dark places with women. If there's an elevator where I'm in it an a woman enters or I enter it with just a single woman there, I stand to the opposite corner and pull out my phone and pretend there's nothing more interesting to me than that. And back when I still thought dating was a possibility, I would only progress with the physical act of things if it was traceable that consent was issued. Like texts or if it was overheard that physical romance was allowed.
I'm somewhat calmed down now. Especially with the date-less life I lead now. But the idea of being accused by a woman brings dread like you wouldn't believe.
That's my thing. And these don't have to be as sad as what I shared. If you got happy things that shape who you are, I'm sure we'd love to read those as well.
I, as some of you might know, have a fear of women. Not like a phobia. I just feel helpless around them. I'm constantly paranoid around them. A lot of it is the size and the race. I'm 6'2, which is somewhat tall. I get that a woman alone would be afraid of me. But what people don't get is that I'm equally terrified of her. If she gets it in her mind to say something happened... it happened. It's that cut and dry.
And that made me wonder why I think like that. And I remember the first day I actually got that in my head. It was in sixth grade.
I went to a private Christian school. Small classes. Who you had in Kindergarten would be the people you graduated with if you stuck in the class. No changes unless someone moved. So while I wouldn't call these guys friends, I knew them for literally five years.
One day, during recess, a girl we'll name 'L' came to the teacher crying. I wasn't there, so I don't know what actually happened, but the story was that these five guys grouped around her and apparently pulled a button off of her uniform while laughing. Nothing happened because she said she got away, but my teacher had none of it. I remember the rage on her face to this day. I was super glad I didn't go over to play with them that day.
They didn't come back to class. They weren't in class the next day. And since that day was friday, the weekend passed... with them still not back. We didn't see them back until Thursday. And that's when we got the whole story.
We all learned about what L said what happened and the Five swore up and down that it didn't happen. They were suspended. They were interviewed by cops (remember, we were eleven). Since they didn't have anything but their statement, they couldn't charge the kids with anything. Which several parents were enraged with and I think talked to the precinct about it. I don't really remember what happened, but I know the parents were upset of the inaction and the fact that the five were allowed back in the classroom.
But they had punishment. Extra work they had to get done or they would be held back, no recesses, barred from every school trip, added 4 demerits to their record (if I remember correctly, if you get 5 demerits you would be called into the office, and given their current suspension, it would have been enough to get them expelled)... and that's just the stuff the school did. According to them, they WANTED to go to school because they were getting it worse in home.
And that's how life was for them for... I think around three weeks. When our teacher overheard L laughing to her friend that she made the whole thing up to get them in trouble.
One more time. Our teacher was there to hear L state plainly that the whole thing was made up.
I remember L standing in front of Mrs. West's desk with her head hung down. And I remember... not the same fury, but Mrs. West wasn't pleased at all. She called the parents, L confessed. and L got two demerits.
And that was it. Mrs. West apologized to the boys. I think the cops were called and told what happened. But that was it. L wasn't demonized but our teacher didn't really like her much afterwards. I don't remember parents looking at L as they looked at the five. There was nothing in recompense for the punishment the Five received other than removing the suspension and the demerits off their record.
It was like being beat down by a group of people, and someone coming out of the woods like "Yo, that's not the dude"... and those guys going "Yo, my bad. We straight?".
And that made me terrified of women to this day. Not only can they say anything and you are guilty until you got some damn good evidence proving your innocence (and even then, people will still say "Isn't that the guy...?"), but there seemed to be no real downside if the woman is caught. Just a ceremonial tap on the wrist and that's that.
I don't like to be in dark places with women. If there's an elevator where I'm in it an a woman enters or I enter it with just a single woman there, I stand to the opposite corner and pull out my phone and pretend there's nothing more interesting to me than that. And back when I still thought dating was a possibility, I would only progress with the physical act of things if it was traceable that consent was issued. Like texts or if it was overheard that physical romance was allowed.
I'm somewhat calmed down now. Especially with the date-less life I lead now. But the idea of being accused by a woman brings dread like you wouldn't believe.
That's my thing. And these don't have to be as sad as what I shared. If you got happy things that shape who you are, I'm sure we'd love to read those as well.