Man With No Understanding
I started having panic attacks a year into our relationship. They were really bad. Thanks to an intervention from a friend, I started going to therapy for it.
Him: stare ‘Why do you need therapy?’
Me: ‘For my panic attacks.’
Him: ‘Oh, that. That’s just you being a girl. ‘
Me: ‘I hyperventilated and rocked back and forth for an hour in the middle of the street that one time, remember? That is not normal behaviour.’
Him: ‘Yeah, all girls are crazy. It can’t be helped.’