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Till this day, I do not trust my cousin. She often texts me wishing me a happy birthday. I assume it is my mother that gave her my number. Her husband also texted me, Eid Mubarak. I asked my mother how he obtained my number. She shrugged stating that he must have gotten it from her or my father. My cousin recently bought a house and has invited me to her place many times. I have not once stepped into her home. She will call my mom and ask “why is Shata so distant?” My mom will say “oh she’s just antisocial.” I had to stop midway when writing this answer. I had repressed that memory for so long, I had nearly forgotten it. Initially, the answer was supposed to be about my cousin but for some reason, the incident with her husband came to mind. I felt a foreign pain in my chest as tears began to just pour from my eyes. All my life my parents made me feel insignificant. No matter what I did. I wasn’t good enough. As this memory resurfaced I thought to myself “your life is so fucked up. You got abused in countless ways. Yet they didn’t fucking care. The marriage, the molestation, the oppressive culture. All of it is fucking bullshit.” I don’t forget. I’m the type of person that will never trust a person again after the trust is broken. My cousin denied her husband touching a child. She pretends like everything is okay and then wants to know why I don’t give a flying fuck about her. All my life, I’ve had Bengali men force themselves on me. When I cried for help, when I tried to get the behavior to stop, when I tried to reach for an authoritative figure, I was told to shut up. I was made out to be the problem. I was silenced, invalidated, and disregarded. Any case that has meth allegations has to stay open for 30 days. She came back on 12/15, and I was good. Until the day before. She came back for a screen to close my case & I failed. They took my daughter, and Red Cross messaged my husband in Afghanistan. I picked him up from the airport on Christmas Day. Before the new year rang in, he made me leave. So now I’m back to nothing, and nowhere to go.

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Till this day, I do not trust my cousin. She often texts me wishing me a happy birthday. I assume it is my mother that gave her my number. Her husband also texted me, Eid Mubarak. I asked my mother how he obtained my number. She shrugged stating that he must have gotten it from her or my father. My cousin recently bought a house and has invited me to her place many times. I have not once stepped into her home. She will call my mom and ask “why is Shata so distant?” My mom will say “oh she’s just antisocial.” I had to stop midway when writing this answer. I had repressed that memory for so long, I had nearly forgotten it. Initially, the answer was supposed to be about my cousin but for some reason, the incident with her husband came to mind. I felt a foreign pain in my chest as tears began to just pour from my eyes. All my life my parents made me feel insignificant. No matter what I did. I wasn’t good enough. As this memory resurfaced I thought to myself “your life is so fucked up. You got abused in countless ways. Yet they didn’t fucking care. The marriage, the molestation, the oppressive culture. All of it is fucking bullshit.” I don’t forget. I’m the type of person that will never trust a person again after the trust is broken. My cousin denied her husband touching a child. She pretends like everything is okay and then wants to know why I don’t give a flying fuck about her. All my life, I’ve had Bengali men force themselves on me. When I cried for help, when I tried to get the behavior to stop, when I tried to reach for an authoritative figure, I was told to shut up. I was made out to be the problem. I was silenced, invalidated, and disregarded. Any case that has meth allegations has to stay open for 30 days. She came back on 12/15, and I was good. Until the day before. She came back for a screen to close my case & I failed. They took my daughter, and Red Cross messaged my husband in Afghanistan. I picked him up from the airport on Christmas Day. Before the new year rang in, he made me leave. So now I’m back to nothing, and nowhere to go.

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Then she said no again. He brought her some water and almost immediately after drinking it she realized he drugged her. Somehow, by the grace of whatever god you believe in, she was able to get away, but he’d grabbed her and tried to kiss her and he was definitely planning to do worse. I have no doubt in my mind one day I’m gonna turn on the tv and see his face as he gets arrested for stalking, kidnapping, sexual assault, rape, and/or murder. Probably in multiple counts. He was a serial rapist/killer in the making. When I went in I explained I had a severe fear of needles and asked that she be calm and patient with me. When she initially tried to do it I got scared and flinched back (that was expected), she tried a second time and I did the same thing, apologizing about being so nervous. She then starts getting aggravated and said if I don’t let her do it the next time she won’t do it at all and then I won’t be able to graduate school(I have no idea how she knew that). So, instead of her being patient like I asked she got upset and even angry and I eventually just started bawling my eyes out due to being so nervous and she rolled her eyes and forcefully without telling me gave me the shot. She then was all of a sudden nice and pretended as nothing happened. To say my mom and I were upset is an understatement. I understand I was older and it’s a quick shot but regardless, being forceful and being inpatient wasn’t going to make the situation better. It was an awful experience and I didn’t want to go back. My mom wanted to change doctors’ offices but couldn’t afford the new patient fees that came with them. So, when I had to get stitches removed from my chin a couple of months later, that is the same place we went. Similar interaction, I asked the doctor to please be gentle, I was nervous it was going to hurt. The doctor proceeds to rip them out forcefully when I tell her it hurts she kept telling me it should be healed so it shouldn’t hurt, but it hurt due to the force she was using to take them out. Thankfully we stopped going there after that, I have never hated going to a doctors office up until that point.

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