When I was 16 I was on the bus, reading and with headphones on. A random grown up man wouldn't stop talking to me and pestered me to give him my number. I felt pressured and gave him a fake number and then he said I was racist for not wanting to give him my real number (he wasn't white). And for the longest time I believed him that I was in fact racially biased and felt bad, and only after a while realized I was just a teenage girl being pestered by an adult man and reacted naturally.
Jesus, your story gave me the chills. Crisis have been avoided luckily.
Jesus, that is horrible.
That's harassment
I would've called the cops. Then again, it is easy to struggle in the moment
The only person who tried to talk to you when you had headphones on was your grandmother. The rest of the family gave up on you long ago.
