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I’m a social worker. When picking up a client yesterday morning, I was wearing a dress. Mind you, this dress fully covered my body from my neck to my knees, save the fact that my arms were exposed due to the dress being sleeveless. I heard a man outside the apartment complex say something, but it wasn’t clear. My client then told me what he said- “Look at THOSE LEGS,” while giving a creepy look. I turned around, pointed, and said very sternly, “No. You don’t get to talk to me like that.”
I have decided to tell my story of how for the last few years I have been being harassed by my neighbors. This is my story 4 years ago my family moved to Pottsville, Pa and upon moving here I discovered that I had a cousin only one house up from me. In the beginning things were great between us we were hanging out and getting to know more about one another. Then a family moved into the house attached to mine and we welcomed them to the neighborhood and starting talking to this family. As we got to know more about this family we came to find out that they had to leave their prior home in another state because they were always in trouble with the law and finally decided to evade the police and move here. In the 4 years that they have lived here the police have been called to their home over 100 times. They are sneaky, underhanded, lying thieves and their most recent bout with the law was for section 8 housing fraud. They falsified information and scammed the government, housing and the welfare office out of thousands of dollars and STILL nothing is done to them. They are still walking the streets free. I myself have made several calls, written several letters to the proper authorities and all to have nothing still be done about these people. They are jealous, vindictive and calculating people. They have cost me and my family so much pain, suffering and anguish over the past 4 years. They have made false allegations against me and my family and have destroyed us emotionally, financially and mentally with their allegations and lies. They constantly harass me, with these false accusations, but nothing is ever done and I don’t know what to do anymore without taking matters into my own hands. The law does no justice in this situation either and they continue to get away with everything, while I am the one who suffers. My family and I will be looking to move from this area in May of this year because we can not deal with these people anymore. We have lost faith in the judicial system and feel like we have been deceived by the laws that are clearly suppose to protect us from people like them. Feeling hopeless in PA.
A late night craving for cereal hit me tonight, and I had absolutely no milk. So, I decided I would make what we living the “dorm life” call a Wal-Mart run. I like to wear shorts to bed and didn’t feel like changing my clothes all over going to Wal-Mart, so I just slapped my flip-flops and a jacket on and tolerated the nine degree weather. I arrive at the store and start walking in as a small group of four or five people are walking out. I immediately get that feeling we all get when people are talking about you. We passed, and I heard one of the group members chuckle loudly, so I turn around and ask as politely as I can “Can I help you?”. One of the group members replies, “I don’t know, I guess we are just wondering if you are to stupid to know that it’s not time for shorts anymore?”. I could tell that they knew I felt a little threatened and agitated by their response, so I took a quick breath and say “Why do you care how I am dressed? Last time I checked, it is my body, and if I am comfortable in shorts and flip-flops in nine degree weather, then that should be fine. How about you do me a favor before you judge how someone else is dressed. Take a look in the mirror and pull up your pants because nobody wants to see your butt hanging out all the time. Have some respect for yourself and others”. I proceeded to go into the store to just get my milk, and as I am checking out I see out of the corner of my eye another customer staring at me from the next register over. I think to myself “Not again. Why can’t people just mind their own business”. I turn my head to face him with the most evil look on my face, and before I could say anything, he turned away and dropped his head out of embarrassment of being caught staring at me. As I am leaving, I pat myself on the back for confronting two situations in one night.
I am a living assistant for the developmentally disabled, and it is part of my job to perform community rehabilitation with my clients. I was doing so with a client one day at the mall. It has been a goal for him to not sit down on the ground out of agitation for about a year now, so that what we were working on. It is somewhat obvious that he is mentally disabled by the way he acts, and most people were understanding and went about their business. As we continued our walk, we were bumping fists and just having a “bro” moment when I noticed a couple staring at us and whispering to each other. I could tell what they were doing, they were pointing out my client’s disabilities. I kindly asked if there was something that I could clarify for them, and the ignored me. I proceeded to ask my client to go look at a nearby window display because I was going to confront this situation. He did as I ask, and as soon as I could tell he wasn’t paying my behavior any attention, I confronted the couple by asking what their problem was. I stated that he is a normal person with thoughts, feelings, as aspirations; and by whispering, pointing, and staring at him their actions were making him feel less human. I’m still not entirely sure if I got through to the couple, but I could tell that they felt ashamed because they continued their walk with heads held down.
I was out one night with a few friends and was getting hit on by these guys that were sitting across from me. They kept sending drinks over to me but I kept refusing them. I thought it would give them the hint that I was not interested but it didn’t. Instead they came over and started saying nasty things to me and pushing themselves on me asking me to dance with them. I kept saying no I’m just not interested and I am here having a girls night out. They still persisted and would not give up trying to touch me and continued to talk nasty to me. Finally I told my friends that I thought it was best if we just left. Why they just could not take no for an answer I will never know. Needless to say I no longer go out for girls night for fear of the same thing happening.
I was working at a store when a couple of guys came in to my store. Doing my job I spoke friendly with them. My co-worker assisted one and I was casually speaking with the other. They both left the store after a few minutes. About a half hour later, the gentleman I spoke with called and I answered the phone. He continued to ask me questions and try to get me to go “out for a drink” with him. After I told him no, repeatedly, he persisted to ask me and saying how good we would be together. I am not one to judge and respect people for their views, beliefs and preferences; however when I say no I would appreciate the issue to be dropped and move on with our lives, no hurt feelings or anything personal.
One time last year, I went to a club with one of my girl friends to get out and have a good time. We were standing outside in the smoking section when two Middle Eastern guys approached us. One tried to push himself up against me and I kindly asked him to step away from me. Obviously drunk, he continued to push towards me saying, “Come on baby, don’t be like that.” Uncomfortable and unhappy, I told him to back off because I wasn’t interested. He started yelling profanities at me and cussing me out to the point where one of my male friends had to step in and protect me from him.