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I have been having some with my teacher Kate. I have some medical conditions and learning needs and I require more support in class, Kate is aware of my medical history.

- I struggle to sleep as I have a high sensitivity to noise and smells, anxiety, and acid reflux. That week I suddenly got 4 hours every night. I take sleeping medicine which makes me woozy, so if I don’t get back to sleep, I am even more tired. Due to the issues with Kate, I struggled going to sleep on a Tuesday night as I worry what Kate will say when I go in. Due to my location and struggles to sleep/getting up I regularly arrive in class (quietly) around half 9. On Wednesday the 28th, Kate asked me if I was tired and I explained why. She knows about my irregular sleep pattern and has also suggested things to help me.

- I tried to have a nap, but it didn’t help much. After I came back to class after lunch, I asked Angela (who has been very friendly with me) to open the window as I wasn’t feeling well and needed fresh air, due to the food being brought into the room at lunch time – I literally couldn’t breathe. The window has to be opened with a pole due to it being far away. (This is the first time I have asked for the window to be opened however Angela offered to close the blinds before when I tried to do that myself, I couldn’t reach them.) I use my scarf to cover my mouth when I struggle to breathe due to smells. Angela was willing to do it but as she was doing it, Kate made a comment about me blowing hot and cold (because, as women it is a natural thing with us, as she should be aware). Theresa was sitting with Kate at her desk and started asking me why I couldn’t do it. (She has made comments in the past when I am talking to Angela).

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We met on a dating app—no, not Tinder—and he messaged me first. We talked for a few days and clicked fast. We’re both artists learning tattooing, traded art, hyped each other up, then moved to texting. He kept asking for selfies, calling me beautiful, and sending his back. He was cute, fit, tall enough without being towering, and covered in tattoos like me.

He wanted to hang out and hook up, but I needed childcare, so we planned for him to come over while my six-month-old napped and I monitored the baby the whole time. He even offered Starbucks and gas-station snacks, which I declined. When he arrived he hugged me, took off his shoes without being asked, admired my gaming setup, and cuddled with me on the couch. He complimented my hair, touched it gently, then kissed me. We hooked up and the chemistry was real—he was attentive, no awkwardness, very compatible.

Afterward we talked, and he said he’d probably come over again the next day. Before he came over I’d warned him my ex’s belongings were still there in trash bags by the door. When he noticed them at the end of the night he tensed and said I should get rid of them. I agreed, and he relaxed. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I noticed dimples I’d never seen in photos, told him they were cute, and he abruptly said goodnight.

The next day he barely replied. Then out of nowhere he texted, “I think I’m gay lmao.” I couldn't tell if he was kidding. He said he was serious and had been thinking about it. I noticed he’d unmatched me on the app. I respected it but asked if this was just him disappearing after sex. He said it wasn’t about me, just stuff in his head. I told him if he ever figured things out he could text me. He promised he would and sent a black heart. We haven’t spoken since.

I’m 25, he’s 27, and I’d just left an abusive relationship. I wasn’t naïve—just enjoying my freedom. Still, the whole thing doesn’t make sense.