Boss: *says something insulting or offensive*
Me: *reacts*
Boss: You just need more "scar tissue". In a few years -
Me:
I'm a cancer survivor. I'm a sexual abuse survivor, including one event that could best be described as gang rape. For three years, I was physically beaten every couple of days. I've been threatened at sword point. I've been through a divorce. In fact, twice in my life I've had multi-year relationships end because of women cheating on me. You've been saying this "scar tissue" crap to me for 4 years. You bring it up every time I express any emotion! I am a thin-skinned, emotional individual! And I'm okay with that [*meaning myself*]. Clearly, if any more scar tissue was ever going to develop here, it already would have! No amount of additional suffering that the universe can pile on me is ever going to make me magically transform into a calm, even-tempered individual! And it fucking offends me every time you tell me it should!Boss: I'm sorry. I didn't know. Every abuse survivor I've ever known has had a more [gruff? coarse? *I don't remember his exact word*] exterior. Usually they don't rile so easily, or they -
Me: Maybe you've known more people like me than you think, but those people just didn't feel the details of their life was any of your damn business! Have you thought of that?
Cab-driver: Um... we're almost to your hotel.
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