“Avoid to Breathe Same Air: Extreme of Discriminations”

“Avoid to Breathe Same Air: Extreme of Discriminations”

I moved to my last housing, my roommates used my stuff immediately, I didn’t know why they loved to use my stuff.

I cleaned the kitchen constantly, but they didn’t know how it stayed clean, like magic.

I told them I had to move out because I couldn’t afford two rents. But they didn’t try to look for a new roommate and said “now was a good time to do so.”

But when I told them I was short of money and asked them to buy my food and kitchen stuff and make donations, they started treating me terribly, even though I paid rent.

I never experienced how hard it could be when people don’t want to breathe the same air as you and show it. I had only read it in a book.

I texted one of my last roommates about the bamboo containers that disappeared from the kitchen. My previous roommate wanted to buy them.

“I had four bamboo containers. However, one of my roommates seemed to really like them and had been using them all along. One that was broken was returned to the shared space, so I disposed of it. Another one went missing, and the lid for one of them disappeared as well. Yesterday, I found the last one broken in the dishwasher, so I threw it away.

I asked both my previous and current roommates to buy something if they wanted it from my belongings. My current roommates ignored my request, while my previous roommate told me she wanted the bamboo containers, so I asked for them to be returned.

After requesting that something to be purchased, their attitude changed, and I felt very upset.

Despite leaving my wallet with a key in the garage door, which was obviously mine, one didn’t inform me directly. They informed you, and you informed me. You called me, and I had to remove it myself. This also hurt me deeply.

I was able to sustain myself by writing and soliciting donations. However, after experiencing too much hardship, I found it challenging to continue with the educational business I had planned to start. Obtaining a work permit is necessary for work, and I cannot return to Japan. Hence, I began the refugee application process. It takes a minimum of three months to obtain a work permit, and if accepted into graduate school, I would need to pay a deposit. I wanted to avoid using my savings.

I don’t know precisely what influenced the changing attitudes, but I think I didn't do anything wrong.”

They texted back to me; so childish to text like this.

I am really sad because they didn’t accept any vulnerabilities and rejected my plea for help.

They didn’t know vulnerability has power. Because they are queer women, but live in a men’s colonial world.

I didn’t change anything about myself. I just say “I am short of money.”