Yeah this is a story I think about daily, after it happened to me about 6 months ago I was in the back of a Marshall’s looking for bedding looping through the isles. I see someone continue to pass me in isles around the store. I recognized this but didn’t think much about these interactions since this person was disabled and a vulnerable person. ( his disability was visible as in impacting the cranial facial area (potentially Treacher Collins syndrome??)). Not that this matters to me as a person at all but makes the situation more difficult morally for me. Anyways I’m shopping and see him walking slowly towards me, he waves at me ; I wave back and give a smile. He walks away. I continue to shop then he comes back to me, and said excuse me, while giving me his phone opened to the notes page. Written is, “Can I touch your nose for 20$”. After reading this i was very much taken aback. I just said no thank you, while he looked disappointed and said oh okay.? After that interaction he w...
This story is about the first time I got high ….and an unfortunate series of events. For context, it was around summertime when I first moved into the suburbs after living in the city my whole life. I was about 15 at the time about to go in to freshmen year of high school. I wanted to make friends since I was the “new kid” and wanted to fit in right before school started. So I rode my bike around the neighborhood hoping one day some kids would see me and ask to hangout. My hopes had came true and some kids had asked me to play basketball with them. It was two brothers and their sister. The older sibling Marcus(M15), the younger brother Steve(M14) and the sister Nila(F17). So all had went well, we hung out almost every week throughout the summer and that was that. I had friends and felt happy in the new neighborhood. I was invited into their house one time and I noticed their way of living was a bit…strange to say the least. They only had a dad living at home and the dad always gave me...