I have an autistic sibling who got upset and didn’t bring it up at a family event the previous night with several other siblings including myself. We’re all adults.
Said sibling harangues me and the other siblings in a group chat for hours before everything is resolved.
Autistic Sibling: I was just so upset about everything. I actually cried last night.
Me: I too have been crying.
Autistic Sibling: Omg, what happened!?
Me: … you’ve been yelling at me over text for hours.
Autistic Sibling: Oh. Right.

This happened when I was fourteen.
I was a child at the time, the “chubby-shy-polite” kind.
My father, who works at the airport, leaves me at the entrance, telling me to look for the registration desk and just go there.

I find it and hand my ticket to the attendant.
Attendant – “Here, it’s done, you’re good to go”.
Me (super shy) – “Thank you, where do I have to go now?”
Attendant (smiling) : “Just wait here”.

And she disappears through the back door.

As everyone goes away one by one, I guess something is wrong but I am alone and don’t know what to do.
I head to a help desk to get some information.
Me (red faced and terrified) : “Hello, I’m sorry but I have to reach my plane and don’t know where…”
Attendant (nicely) : “Oh… but … the flight did departure some minutes ago ! Why didn’t you go to the gate ?”

Then I realised the first attendant just made fun of me.
This crushed my heart.

I still blame this horrible person. I had been super polite and nice as usual, and she just left me there instead of just saying that the gate was at the other side of the airport. This was intentional and ridiculously mean.

I’m visiting an engineering show for my work, I’m tasked with talking to a few companies about their products , we managed to fond some great new suppliers at the last one. So we’ll worth the visit.

A group of teenage lads are ahead of me, they move stall to stall picking up all the freebies they can get.
Clearly the way they ignore the sales guys and don’t take any of the leaflets or paperwork, they don’t have any interest in the company itself. They just want to fill their pockets.

They stop at a stand I need to visit and I overhear the follow.

Lad 1: hey, can i have one of them?

Sales guy: the branded coffee cup?

Lad 1: yeah.

Sales guy: do you have a legitimate interest in the company or our products?

Lad 1: pff no.

(One of the other lads elbows him.)

Lad 1: I mean maybe. Yeah.

Sales guy: great, why dont we have a chat, we can start by taking your conpany name?

Lad 2: (pushing past his mates, clearly not listening to the conversation) can we have a coffee cup?

Sales guy: I’m sorry they are for actual potential customers.

(There is a lot of complaining and low level swearing from the group as they move away.)

Sales guy: sorry about that , how can I help?

Me: I was interested in hearing how your product “ABC” compares with the competitor product “XYZ”.

Sales guy: happy to help, please take a seat.

(We ended up having a great chat about everything their conpany has to offer and I identify some possible great savings. I make a bit of a point of not accepting any of the free pens or key chains he offers , but as I leave he asks if I wanted a coffee to go he brings it out in one if their (nicer ceramic branded cups) I even managed to walk passed the lads from earlier and I was sur I heard them whine about it.)

My fourth-grade teacher was the worst. One day I turned in an assignment with one small answer I did not know at the time was wrong. My teacher gets up from her desk and walks over to me. She then begins screaming at me to come with her before she grabs me by the wrist and literally drags me out the door and into the hallway. I look up and see all my classmates have stopped what they were doing and watched me get pulled out of the classroom. My teacher holds me by the shoulders so I can’t go anywhere and yells, “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?! You can never get anything right and you have been nothing but trouble!” At this point, I start crying.

(Mind you readers I have never misbehaved in school and I was not about to begin. I am also on the spectrum so this encounter terrified and scarred me.)

I reach up to wipe away the tears, but my teacher grabs my wrist and continues yelling. “Stop crying! Why are you crying?! You know what you did wrong! I said to stop crying! If you keep crying, I’ll call your parents and tell them that you are screwing around and refusing to do anything I say!” I’m bawling my eyes out at this point. “P-please, d-d-don’t,” I stammer through fits of tears.

“Oh I will and you’re going to be in so much trouble for being bad!”

“W-what d-did I d-do?”

“You know what you did! STOP YOUR DAMN CRYING!” YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID!”

I get shoved back into the classroom and find my seat quietly, struggling to not start crying again.

One of my classmates turns to me and asks, “Hey, what happened? Is everything alright?”

The teacher then yells, “STOP TALKING!!! GOD, [my name] YOU ARE SO STUPID!!! YOU HEAR ME?!!”

A couple years later, my dad notices some smoke coming from behind the school. He invites my sister and I to go investigate what was going on. Low-and-behold, my former teacher is burning some bushes and leaves. We ask her what she was doing and she replied by saying she’s allowed to do this and that we should be minding our own business.

— If you ever become a teacher, make sure your students leave feeling like they can trust you and you are someone they can go to whenever they need help. —

— Teacher, you know who you are. If you are reading this, then just know that I was twenty-one by the time I wrote this story and that I will always hate you for treating me like this. You left me with such a pessimistic view on the world that I have a really hard time trusting others, even to this day I want to watch this world burn. I plan on becoming a teacher or paraeducator myself one day so I can leave a positive impact on future children’s lives. Not like the mindset of “This world shall burn” you left me. —

When I lived in my old apartment, the overhead light in the bedroom stopped working. Since my boyfriend and I hadn’t lived here long, we didn’t know what type of bulb to get. So he took the light bulb out and it looked unconventional. So we brought the bulb to a few big box stores and couldn’t find it.
On the first of the following month we brought the bulb with us when we went to the office to drop off rent. The realtor lady rather rudely told us they didn’t have it and it was our problem.
My boyfriend and each asked our parents if they recognized it and my dad recommended a special light bulb store.
We thought about it and decided not to bother going. Instead we just used a table lamp for the rest of the time we lived there, about 10 months. We moved out and left the dead light bulb in the ceiling light for their maintenance to fix. They didn’t take the light bulb out of our security deposit so we never paid for it. It didn’t stop us from looking for it whenever we went into a new store. Its been 2 years and I still haven’t seen any light bulb that looks the way that one did.