I'm not unsympathetic about how scared they were for me, but I've been crying about this off and on for over twenty-four hours, so I'm going to guess that it might not show too much as I'm typing this up.
Yesterday, a man stole my phone. It was sitting between me and a friend, and he reached out and snatched it and hurried away. My phone is only worth $20, and it happened in a crowd full of people.
I was fine. I was with people I knew and on my way to a therapy session. I did tell the bus driver, but the guy is already banned from riding the bus. I have not had the phone long, and it doesn't have any addresses or last names in it. Most of my extended family were at the same house, so I borrowed someone's phone to let them know that I lost my phone and what time I would meet them. I knew they would assume the worst, so I was going to wait to tell them that it was stolen until they could see that I was fine.
I ran fifteen minutes late. It's pretty normal for the bus that I take to my therapy sessions. I ride this bus with the Amish, so there wasn't any phones to borrow. No one was there when I got to where we were going to be having dinner. Even running fifteen minutes late, there was still a chance that I might have beat them there, so I didn't worry too much about it.
Turns out they were flipping out. I guess the person I talked to wasn't paying attention, because they had no idea that I didn't have my phone. They called it, and the guy that bought it on a streetcorner picked up. They called the police. They left the pizza place to go look for me, while I was already on a bus going to them. Even though I told them exactly where I was going, their minds were racing off in all kinds of different directions. My appointment was later, so I had talked a ton about what buses I was taking and where I was going at what times. One of them even had a schedule for the bus.
It might be important to add that I'm the one that has to handle every crisis.
And that I've already been struggling a lot lately with being the one to manage everyone else's emotions nearly constantly and feeling like there's no one to stand up for me or defend me like I do for others.
As soon as one of them came back to the pizza place, it started. You should have slapped the guy. You had pepper spray and should have used it. What about an airhorn? Or a whistle? We forgot we were going to get you a whistle. You could start carying around one of those things that people use to lock their car steering wheels. Why aren't you reporting it to the police? You should start calling us as soon as you get anywhere. We need more information about where you're going. Just so you know, a different family member is going to force you to stop taking you to the bus and take you to therapy.
I need someone to reassure me that I'm not incapable of taking care of myself. They've been doing this a lot lately, and it's starting to wear me down. I won't be seeing my therapist again for two weeks and that's a long time to have to wait to have someone to be on my side.
Yesterday, a man stole my phone. It was sitting between me and a friend, and he reached out and snatched it and hurried away. My phone is only worth $20, and it happened in a crowd full of people.
I was fine. I was with people I knew and on my way to a therapy session. I did tell the bus driver, but the guy is already banned from riding the bus. I have not had the phone long, and it doesn't have any addresses or last names in it. Most of my extended family were at the same house, so I borrowed someone's phone to let them know that I lost my phone and what time I would meet them. I knew they would assume the worst, so I was going to wait to tell them that it was stolen until they could see that I was fine.
I ran fifteen minutes late. It's pretty normal for the bus that I take to my therapy sessions. I ride this bus with the Amish, so there wasn't any phones to borrow. No one was there when I got to where we were going to be having dinner. Even running fifteen minutes late, there was still a chance that I might have beat them there, so I didn't worry too much about it.
Turns out they were flipping out. I guess the person I talked to wasn't paying attention, because they had no idea that I didn't have my phone. They called it, and the guy that bought it on a streetcorner picked up. They called the police. They left the pizza place to go look for me, while I was already on a bus going to them. Even though I told them exactly where I was going, their minds were racing off in all kinds of different directions. My appointment was later, so I had talked a ton about what buses I was taking and where I was going at what times. One of them even had a schedule for the bus.
It might be important to add that I'm the one that has to handle every crisis.
And that I've already been struggling a lot lately with being the one to manage everyone else's emotions nearly constantly and feeling like there's no one to stand up for me or defend me like I do for others.
As soon as one of them came back to the pizza place, it started. You should have slapped the guy. You had pepper spray and should have used it. What about an airhorn? Or a whistle? We forgot we were going to get you a whistle. You could start carying around one of those things that people use to lock their car steering wheels. Why aren't you reporting it to the police? You should start calling us as soon as you get anywhere. We need more information about where you're going. Just so you know, a different family member is going to force you to stop taking you to the bus and take you to therapy.
I need someone to reassure me that I'm not incapable of taking care of myself. They've been doing this a lot lately, and it's starting to wear me down. I won't be seeing my therapist again for two weeks and that's a long time to have to wait to have someone to be on my side.
