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remembering my first interaction with a real african. I dont mean a black person ive seen plenty of black ppl. This guy spoke swedish with an african accent (never heard irl before) and just generally gave off african vibes.
I was escaping my grouphome. I threw away all my possessions and walked for about 5 hours then sat down to rest when someone called the cops on me. Cops came and i complied due to previous interactions with police where lessons were learned. They drove me back to my grouphome but i refused to enter. I sat outside til social worker was too cold and tired to keep an eye on me. (it was winter and like 4 am). Then i started walking back to where i was. I walked until like 2 pm then someone called the cops on me for sleeping on the side of the road. I managed to escape the cops into the woods. After the police had disappeared i returned to my spot by the side of the road. Little did i know a social worker was pulling up on me. She came to negotiate but she was mostly threatening me not gonna lie. I told her to flip off and she did. Later that night another social worker pulled up on me because conveniently i stayed in the same spot. This time she brought an african “doctor”. She was telling me about the doctor making it sound like some kind of advertisement. It was a very strange experience and im not sure he really was a doctor. He spoke strangely and his presence scared me a bit. He said he didnt wanna be there but had to help his social worker friend. He grabbed me and tried to drag me. Then he threatened me. He said if i didnt go back to the group home he would lock me up in a mental facility where he told me i would be r***d and killed. This spooked me a little but i am not one to give up so i said ok whatever. Then he took my arm again and dragged me to the car. I didnt agree to go in the car but he was quite strong. I was driven back to the group home and i felt relieved bcs no mental facility. Little did i know the african doctor was still lurking. As i refused to enter the home he started swearing at me and threatening me in his african accent. I had a long and random debate with the social worker about jews. Finally the african “doctor” signed some papers and shortly police came and drove me to this ”r**e and murder” mental facility with scary crazy people. When i get there everyone is actually super nice and its just some suicide section of a hospital. When i got there they asked me what had happened and i told them there was an african doctor who barely spoke swedish that lied about me just so i would be out if his hair. I couldnt help making racist remarks despite being a mulatta myself. They all thought i was crazy and didnt know what african doctor i was speaking of. I never saw this guy again.
I was escaping my grouphome. I threw away all my possessions and walked for about 5 hours then sat down to rest when someone called the cops on me. Cops came and i complied due to previous interactions with police where lessons were learned. They drove me back to my grouphome but i refused to enter. I sat outside til social worker was too cold and tired to keep an eye on me. (it was winter and like 4 am). Then i started walking back to where i was. I walked until like 2 pm then someone called the cops on me for sleeping on the side of the road. I managed to escape the cops into the woods. After the police had disappeared i returned to my spot by the side of the road. Little did i know a social worker was pulling up on me. She came to negotiate but she was mostly threatening me not gonna lie. I told her to flip off and she did. Later that night another social worker pulled up on me because conveniently i stayed in the same spot. This time she brought an african “doctor”. She was telling me about the doctor making it sound like some kind of advertisement. It was a very strange experience and im not sure he really was a doctor. He spoke strangely and his presence scared me a bit. He said he didnt wanna be there but had to help his social worker friend. He grabbed me and tried to drag me. Then he threatened me. He said if i didnt go back to the group home he would lock me up in a mental facility where he told me i would be r***d and killed. This spooked me a little but i am not one to give up so i said ok whatever. Then he took my arm again and dragged me to the car. I didnt agree to go in the car but he was quite strong. I was driven back to the group home and i felt relieved bcs no mental facility. Little did i know the african doctor was still lurking. As i refused to enter the home he started swearing at me and threatening me in his african accent. I had a long and random debate with the social worker about jews. Finally the african “doctor” signed some papers and shortly police came and drove me to this ”r**e and murder” mental facility with scary crazy people. When i get there everyone is actually super nice and its just some suicide section of a hospital. When i got there they asked me what had happened and i told them there was an african doctor who barely spoke swedish that lied about me just so i would be out if his hair. I couldnt help making racist remarks despite being a mulatta myself. They all thought i was crazy and didnt know what african doctor i was speaking of. I never saw this guy again.
God bless you
