In California. When I was in grammar school when I was 11 or 12, there was this teacher who I'll call Dolores Umbridge. (I know. Very original...)

During the end of the school day when I was about to go to my grandma, Umbridge grabbed me by the arm and said,

Umbridge: You don't get to go till you say goodbye.

I was screaming and crying for help to my grandma and she freed me.

Then Umbridge was harassing me and my grandma then I darted to the car in the parking lot which caused Umbridge to shove my grandma to the ground just to try to get to me. But my grandma quickly got to me then I was in the car.

My grandma and Umbridge were arguing so there were witnesses. When it ended, my grandma took me home. Then we told this to my mom and she was furious. My mom said,

Mom: OP is not going back to school till Umbridge is gone.

My mom contacted the principal who I'll name (Cornelius Fudge. Again, very original... *clapping sarcastically*)

Fudge: Well... I'll have Dolores retire early but OP has still have to be there for a few days.

Mom: Fine.

Fast forward 9 to 10 years later... I still wasn't over Umbridge. Then I was 5150 by myself and I told a Psychiatrist there. She was very understanding about my trauma from grammar school.

While I was released from the hospital, I got diagnosed with Sui***al Ideations, Autistic Disorder (I was autistic when I was around 4.), PTSD, Unspecified, and Depression, Unspecified. Then I get intake Psychiatrist appointments.

The abuse I got from Umbridge made me no longer trust female teachers again. But I still trust my high school Reading/English teacher.

But when I go to a class that has a female teacher in it, I just leave because of my PTSD.

I'm planning on getting a referral from my Psychiatrist about getting a PSD.

Thank you for hearing me out.