My family went to a wedding, my father took shots at me again about my hair and tried to get me to have it cut, I didn’t say much, eventually I just ignored him. I tried to explain his narrow way of thinking by pointing out that all pakis had short hair whereas other races had more variety but he didn’t understand.
Once I had the place to myself I watched some Orange is the New Black, it was a little comfy until I was interrupted by a knock on the door, 3 paki girls were collecting money for their Islamic school, I apologised and said I wasn’t religious. They thanked me and left. I began to feel guilt, felt as if I’d knocked their self-confidence. After pacing around for 20 minutes I decided to get a burger meal, I saw the girls again, ignored them, placed my order at the burger place and then ran back out to the girls to give them £5, they looked scared as I was heading towards them, after I handed over the last cash I had on hand, I was asked if I was sure, I said I felt bad about earlier and turned away.
The burger place was filled with pakis as usual, they lacked card reading facilities because they’re cheating the tax man and I forgot to ask for a chilli sauce sachet. The meal wasnrt worth the £4.79 I paid.
Watched some more Orange is the New Black, Black Mirror and played Digimon.
When my family came home, my mother and sister started pressing me to reveal the contents of my doctors and solicitors letters, Itold them to mind their own business but they kept at me, my mother insisted I had mental health issues and my sister threatened to reveal my gender dysphoria again. I held firm and they got nothing from me, not sure why I laugh whenever my sister brings up my dysphoria.
I went to ASDA for yoghurt and bananas (plus a few chewy sugar strips), I saw a paki couple with 9 kids.
Later at night, I watched Britain’s Got Talent with my mum, we laughed at a bad impressionist.
Got £300 in credit card debt again due to buying a new phone and more estrogen.