Boundaries (or 'My Latest Exercise in Anger Management')

[Aroura]

I ran up and hugged a total stranger at a Ren Fair about 2 weekends ago. I thought she was an old friend. Her husband even looked like my friends husband.
I felt like a TOTAL ASS after I realized it wasn't who I thought it was. I apologized and explained, with my hubby even telling them how much they look like a couple we know from a decade ago. They were really cool about it, but the look she gave me as I went to hug her...rofl. I laughed for like 30 minutes solid ontw home out of embarrassment at what I'd done.

But yeah, that was a total accident. If someone approached you to touch you like a doctor without your permission, that is just messed up!

[Whateverist]

Nope, no further anger management needed here.  You're fine and after your complaint reaches the authorities his future victims patients should be too.

[Alex K]

Once in a public pool, a kid jumped on my back from behind and yelled "DADDY!". I turned around and slapped it a few times for intruding in my space until it apologized.
No I diddn't. I turned around, and the kid looked so horrified my then girlfriend and I laughed our asses off. I did however get some uncomfortable questions about my love life

[Edwardo Piet]

LOL

[Joods]

What the fuck is WRONG with some people?

Have any of you had an experience like this, someone blatantly crossing boundaries than any normal, sensible person wouldn't even consider doing?

Boru

Yes. My oldest was two years old when the neighborhood drunk approached us (we were sitting on a blanket on the front lawn). She proceeded to ask me how my "mongoloid child" was doing. I politely corrected her, telling her that that term hasn't been used in over 40 years, and the correct term is Down syndrome.  Then I said my daughter was fine, picked my little one up and went inside.

About three weeks later, the same ignorant lady came back up to me and insulted my child yet again with that phrase. This time, I could smell the alcohol on her from five feet away and I told her that if she continued to insult my daughter, I was going to knock her teeth down her throat. She then said something else and I got up, started approaching her and she decided she said too much and took off.

I really hate people who refuse to be educated on stuff like that. Sorry, but people don't get a free pass just because they are used to using terminology that's no longer accepted. My daughter has Down syndrome. It's a part of her chromosomes, but it is not WHO she is. It's not Mongolism, or being a Mongoloid. That is not only an insult to the wonderful people who come from Mongolia, but it is also an insult to people with Down syndrome ( who also don't happen to come from Mongolia).

I'll never forget my own grandmother, when told her great-grandchild was going to be born with Down syndrome, asked me if it could be cured. Needless to say, she got an education as well.

[I_am_not_mafia]

I remember being at Pride once when depressed and a random woman came up to me and kissed me on the mouth before walking on. It was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one But if I was the OP I would have reacted the same way if someone reached for my eye patch without asking.

[Edwardo Piet]

* Edwardo Piet tries to not find that sexy.

* Edwardo Piet fails.

[I_am_not_mafia]

* Alasdair Ham tries to not find that sexy.

* Alasdair Ham fails.

She gave me a cheeky smile as she looked behind her. It certainly helped my self esteem at the time.

[Edwardo Piet]

Nice.

[Crossless2.0]

I was hitch-hiking from Lake Tahoe to the valley some years ago and was lucky enough to catch a ride. The driver and I had a nice, inconsequential chat on the way down (what he did for work, what I did, who did we like to make the playoffs, etc.). He was nice enough to drive a bit out of his way to drop me at my doorstep. I was grateful, and he went on his way.

He seemed ok.

Then I started getting random phone calls, first at home and later at work. The guy was a fucking Amway salesman on the side, and no matter how often (and increasingly vociferously) I objected to these calls and expressed my utter lack of interest in his pyramid scheme, he persisted.

Then one day, the fucker shows up at my home, as I was in the throes of a well-earned, monstrous hangover. His knocking on my door was what awakened me. I was so pissed off at him that I threatened to beat his ass and send him to the hospital if I so much as saw him again on the street. Even then, he didn't move away from the door -- at least not until he saw the baseball bat. Suddenly, he developed manners and left.

Never saw or heard from the bastard again.