The long story short of it is that me, my brother and my dad were spending the day in the city yesterday. At some point we go into a building with an artsy shop in the faciility and we go use the restrooms. I go into the ladies room. While I am still sitting on the toilet, i thought I hear two people come in---a woman and a man laughing and talking to each other. The voices sounded creepy as shit though and a men is inside? I got annoyed and try to hurry and finish. I keep hearing the man's voice though; i don't know what he was even saying. I just remember the voice sounded slimy and it was just sending shivers up my back.
Then suddenly it gets quiet and I hear the man start laughing to himself. I was too scared to leave the stall at first though. I wanted to call my dad or brother but i didn't want to hear whoever was in the stall next to me to hear me. I thought about texting them but my dad is notorious for not checking texts and my brother was facetiming his fiance and he NEVER replies to me while he is talking to her.
So fuck it. I need to get a grip and get out of here. I suck it up and open the stall to dash out. When I do, I see the stall door is open and there's this ugly looking man with a huge potbelly facing the toilet with his dong out. I could have sworn there was a woman in here also but there wasn't. I rush out of the bathroom and to my brother and tell him what happened. I was freaked out because the guy sounded absolutely mental and I was afraid of possibly getting attacked if he saw me. My brother then proceeded to make some stupid joke about how that guy probably identifies as female. I snap at him saying it wasn't funny. He rolls his eyes and tells his fiance that I was scared because of some guy in the bathroom.
I told my mom about it this morning and she was dismissive of it saying that gay people are harmless (uh, hello I never mentioned someones sexuality or being trans, this was a straight up dude) and when she mentioned it to my brother she just said that next time maybe just stand near the door to the restroom to make sure nothing happens to me since apparently a man, "and at this point we don't know if it was actually a man or not", she says, laughing, since apparently i am a bozo who can't tell between men and women, went into the bathroom with me.
I am so tired of not being believed about anything. You know, I have been living my whole life being honest because I don't like lying. I hate lying and I can't people who lie either. But I am ALWAYS met with so much skepticisim over everything I say. I could literally pull articles that prove my point correct but they still won't believe me.
And what would I even get out of "lying" or overexaggerating this situation? Attention and sympathy? Oh how horrible.
Wow. I did not want to wrtite so much but this is really bothering me. But you know what, I'm not perfect and maybe I should be set straight, so what do you all think?
Trans"women"☕️