I was at school (6th grade, I was 10-11) and we had a mental health lecture that day and I asked for the suicide hotline number. Later that day I was walking and some somalian girl (like 12-13) saw me and said something along the lines of "ew, get away, you have herpes" I did not have herpes. I then sat down at a table and started crying, my friends checked up on me and and eventually a teacher asked what was wrong. I saw no reason not to snitch on her as she had picked on me for some time at that point so I told him. I eventually went to the counselor and let it all out, I was hugged by some lgbtq people (one reason why im not super homophobic). Not sure what happened after but that moment has stuck with me for years.