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On June 11th this summer, I was walking my pet dog Heidi. I was on my way home when this dark skinned, bald, black man who had to be in his 40-60s was catcalling me. To get him to leave me alone, I did spat on him. I was only a block and a half away from my house, when he somehow followed me in his jeep, ran up to me and pepper sprayed me in my face. I couldn't see anything. My eyes were literally burning and stinging me. I literally ran out on the streets for help (which I know is pretty dangerous). I did managed to stop one car. My own town didn't even stop to help me. They kept on driving and walking on as if nothing happened. The ONLY person in my own town that managed to help me was a woman named "Cindy". She actually took me in to flush my eyes out with the water hose and milk. The police and ambulance was called. And I told everyone what happened. But for the life of me, I wasn't able to take a picture of his jeep because my phone literally died as I was too do it. It was bad enough that I couldn't even open my eyes enough to do it because I was already incapcitated from doing anything.
I have never had something like this happen to me. I was literally minding my own business walking my dog. What's also messed up is that not one great friend of mine even bothered to call me or anything to check on me when I posted what happened on my social media. How could my own neighborhood not care that someone literally got hurt in broad daylight?! I did go to the police station to try to identify the man that hurt me. They did give me the heads up on physical characteristics changing, such as skin tone change, beard or moustache change, and also aging. However, as I was to find him, they all looked nothing like the man that hurt me. And the last thing I want to do was choose the wrong man.
As I called the cops to update them on what's going on, they told me that there was nothing they can do because of the little details and evidence. I did provide the description of the man and his car. I was able to remember the first three letters of his license plate but the numbers were a hazy blur. And to them, it wasn't enough. They even told me that there were no second chances of going back to the police station to try again. I was very upset because this man literally hurt me because he was the one that bothered me first and yet he gets away with it.
When I told my mother what happened to update her, she basically agreed with what the cops were telling me and invalidated my feelings and the trauma that I had to endure. It upsets me because how could she really do that to me? Like my feelings don't matter and that PTSD doesn't mean anything to me. Mind you, three months before I was assaulted, she was in a hit and run accident not too far from our house. She was badly injured, going to physical therapy (still is until I don't know when), I haven't heard anything from the cops and lawyers on where this person who hit my mother is. I would think she would understand what losing justice felt like. Being defeated and losing hope. But she completely dismissed it. I can understand that people deal with their traumas differently but for her to dismiss mine definitely takes the cake. This is not the first time she's invalidated what I say. She's done this to me growing up. And I wasted 28 years of my breath ever confiding in her about anything, especially the bad and ugly. She also never apologizes for anything. Especially when she goes way below the belt.
It's been three weeks and I'm still sulking over the fact that I lost justice and I still am not speaking to my mother. Seven days after I was assaulted, I decided to make a petition on my assault because I felt unheard, invalidated, ignored, and helpless.
I have never had something like this happen to me. I was literally minding my own business walking my dog. What's also messed up is that not one great friend of mine even bothered to call me or anything to check on me when I posted what happened on my social media. How could my own neighborhood not care that someone literally got hurt in broad daylight?! I did go to the police station to try to identify the man that hurt me. They did give me the heads up on physical characteristics changing, such as skin tone change, beard or moustache change, and also aging. However, as I was to find him, they all looked nothing like the man that hurt me. And the last thing I want to do was choose the wrong man.
As I called the cops to update them on what's going on, they told me that there was nothing they can do because of the little details and evidence. I did provide the description of the man and his car. I was able to remember the first three letters of his license plate but the numbers were a hazy blur. And to them, it wasn't enough. They even told me that there were no second chances of going back to the police station to try again. I was very upset because this man literally hurt me because he was the one that bothered me first and yet he gets away with it.
When I told my mother what happened to update her, she basically agreed with what the cops were telling me and invalidated my feelings and the trauma that I had to endure. It upsets me because how could she really do that to me? Like my feelings don't matter and that PTSD doesn't mean anything to me. Mind you, three months before I was assaulted, she was in a hit and run accident not too far from our house. She was badly injured, going to physical therapy (still is until I don't know when), I haven't heard anything from the cops and lawyers on where this person who hit my mother is. I would think she would understand what losing justice felt like. Being defeated and losing hope. But she completely dismissed it. I can understand that people deal with their traumas differently but for her to dismiss mine definitely takes the cake. This is not the first time she's invalidated what I say. She's done this to me growing up. And I wasted 28 years of my breath ever confiding in her about anything, especially the bad and ugly. She also never apologizes for anything. Especially when she goes way below the belt.
It's been three weeks and I'm still sulking over the fact that I lost justice and I still am not speaking to my mother. Seven days after I was assaulted, I decided to make a petition on my assault because I felt unheard, invalidated, ignored, and helpless.
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