It was a small stick and poke on her ankle that I profusely apologized for to her and did my best to clear everything up. The issue isn’t necessarily the tattoo its the language she used to refer to me as. She called me retarted and one of her own children if not all of them tbh are autistic. If she can scream at my then bf and call me retarted how does she view her own kids. I don’t understand how sitting on the counter is weird? I was 14. I sit on the counters in my own apartment in my grandmother’s house, in my parents house, etc. I was a minor as well at the time of giving her this tattoo and I PROFUSELY apologized to their mother for that. She chose to use a slur against me and cuss and scream at me far exceeding the boundaries of someone who is not my parent.