People keep hurting me.
Like I don’t even care to get into allllll the ways people do this but they hurt me. They bump into me with their obese bodies that subluxated my shoulder and reinjure them as I work. I get rushed by people who don’t look where they’re going, causing a meniscus injury. Mostly recovered from that.
And now I have tennitus. Baby at the mall screamed so loud I knew it messed up my ear. Full disclosure, I had been managing urethritis for years and sometimes splay my legs a bit or lean forward where I’m feeling irritation.
There was only this mother in this run down mall I work at, and as I waited for the Starbucks person to respond, the kid in the rolling carrier let out one angry, terrific shriek.
I honestly think big baby was circ’d because infants just don’t cry like that. Maybe he saw my discomfort and recalled something.
I can’t stand people in this country. If this atrocious ear ringing doesn’t subside, I don’t have it in me. I just don’t.
People have treated me horribly, gaslight me up until the point I have an x-ray or other proof, and then they mitigate.
I can’t stand boomers, I can’t stand trashy people, I can’t circumcisers and on that note, I can’t stand so-called feminists who try and undermine intactivists to the point of embodying everything they claim to be against.
I’m not someone who hates themselves. I hate how I’m treated. I don’t deserve the abuse. Does this world deserve me? It’s hard to even speak.