When I was young, my dad once got very angry for lying and threw around chairs and glass cups. I was terrified and stood there silently crying until he calmed down a bit and vacuumed the broken glass pieces. Ever since then, I can’t stand it when men older than I get angry. It got worse when a few years later when I was still in elementary school and my uncle hit me and called me a “f****** brat.” He was funny and mischievous and downloaded loads of movies for us but he also swore at me and my brother and occasionally hit us. He never meant to hurt us and I know he was just angry and couldn’t control himself. But I still feel like a helpless kid when a man shouts near me.