I am a woman and I hate women.

It has taken me nearly a decade to admit this to anyone. I have never felt comfortable around women. They make me feel anxious, uncomfortable, and upset. I have always felt like I was doing something wrong; as though I was a monster of some sort simply because I find the majority of women extremely difficult to tolerate. <br><br>My first memory of being terrified of women occurred when I was a young teen. I was walking from one of my classes to another and a girl approached me. She started hitting me and said that she had been told I was flirting with her boyfriend. I was terrified; I had never met this girl before and I have always been socially awkward. I told her that I wasn't flirting with her boyfriend, but she kept hitting me and ended up taking a large chunk of hair out. She called me a slut and a whore and told me to stay away from him. I was terrified and thought I was going to have a panic attack. She left me alone, but I never forgot what she did. <br><br>Over the years, I have met a few women that I could tolerate, but they were entirely too few and far between. When I was in college, I went to a bar with a few friends. A woman approached me and accused me of flirting with her boyfriend. I told her that I hadn't flirted with him, but she wouldn't listen. She started hitting me and pulled my hair. My friends intervened and pulled me away from her. I thought I was simply incredibly unlucky to have had this happen to me twice. <br><br>Last year I ended up in the emergency room because of a car accident. I had to share my hospital room with a young woman who was clearly in a significant amount of pain. I thought she was just upset about her situation, but as soon as she saw me, she became angry and started yelling at me. I thought she was just upset and lashed out at me because she was in pain. She continued to glare at me until she was taken to her own room. <br><br>I have had countless interactions with women who were angry at me for no reason or simply because I existed. A week or so ago I saw a post of a woman gloating about how she ruined her coworker's car because he biked to work. I realized that there must be other people out there who have dealt with this sort of nonsense.