I want to share something today in honour of the Pride Month and as I believe all stories must be told to awaken change.
Violence is everywhere and it can come in many forms. Discrimination is a suitable example, as it is filled with emotional and physical abuse. There were many occasions in my life when i had to deal with harrasment and the emotional scars need healing still long after the (superficial) physical damage has gone.
This February my wife and I got attacked by our neighbour in the mutual hallway of the building. I had just come back from México two days before after being away for two and a half months.
The young man had shown aggressive behaviour towards us and our dog before. He would act very rude towards us with things like slamming the door in front of us when we would arrive at the front door at the same time, and we caught him throwing coins at our dog from his window above when she was playing in the garden.
But here is what happened that day:
My wife and the dog came back from their walk and I opened the door for them, as she didn’t take the keys.
In the hallway my dog was waggling her tail and jumping at me happy to see me. The door that leads to the flat upstairs opened in this moment and the son from upstairs who is in his mid-20s appeared. We looked at each other and I continued to be with the dog wanting to take her into the flat.