Whitney’s story: We’re not laughing.

Hello I am new here,
I know I’m going to be laughed at for this, but I need to free this pain from my chest.

being dropped off to my very first “Job Interview.” I’m not sure or can’t seem to remember my age at the time, but I’m thinking around 15 to 16 maybe?.
Back on topic, after leaving the job site (at a theme park) since it was only a few blocks away, I was made to walk home. Feeling lonely like I always do, on the quite gloomy day, I stopped at the light waiting to cross. A couple of men in a very old and dirty looking red car drove past me (kind of quickly) with their door open. I didn’t know what was going on until they fully passed by, but I noticed some type of water coming from the open door. I didn’t see the man’s face, but he yelled “SORRY” while laughing away. It was all over my suit pants & soaked my shoes, I held my tears but every step I took towards my home became harder and harder. I’m not very smart but first thought it was a soda, or something else. but it turned out to be pee (from the smell & other things). Everyday I dealt with bullying from many people in highschool, at home, etc. I guess I shouldn’t be shocked by this.

Sadly enough while being raised by my grandmother,
she taught me that if I cry, it will get worse. Keep in mind she was an abusive person.

One response to “Whitney’s story: We’re not laughing.

  1. That’s horrible. I’m sorry you experienced that. That’s absolutely disgusting and if you felt like you needed to cry, that’s fine. It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction to having that happen to you.

    I bet that jerk felt very proud of himself for that. I cannot for the life of myself understand why someone would do that to another person. If you’d gotten his license plate number to tell the police, he’d be in a world of trouble because I’m pretty sure that would be considered sexual assault of a minor. He wouldn’t be laughing then.

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