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I feel bad writing this, but from the way he speaks to the way he chews his food to him talking with his mouth full midway through meals - I really struggle to be around him. It sends me into fight or flight, usually flight mode.

He breathes loudly, and thumps his feet on the floor to some imaginary beat when sitting on the couch. The thumping goes through me. When he talks, he usually talks at me and lectures me about something or goes on at length about something else. I try to avoid conversations because I could make a remark and he’ll then just keep going or tell some off tangent story.

He lacks awareness of personal space and sometimes gets too close when talking to me. Can be overly curious about what I’m doing and where I’m going. I’m also hyper vigilant around him and don’t like if he’s standing behind me and not within my line of vision. I also don’t feel comfortable showing any flesh around him. And although he comes off as ‘friendly’ to other people, I don’t like the way he interacts with teen girls. I wouldn’t trust him to be left alone with my daughter if I had one.

Why do I feel this way?

My personal choice is probably don't wear underwear but would love people's opinions regarding me doing that

I trained for a different type of job and got it. He was in a higher position, and after a few months, he gave me an ultimatum: either work in his office as a personal secretary or submit my resignation. When I left, this hideous-looking baldy—who eats alone on Valentine’s Day—gathered a group of similarly unattractive Indian men, and they laughed at me.

He also claimed I wasn’t capable of doing my job, even though he barely shows up at the office himself. The job of his personal secretary involved clerical work and sitting in his office all day. I trained for a position that earned me my own office, because I’m skilled and knowledgeable—I’m not someone who should be doing clerical work. My job profile was entirely different from what he tried to force me into.

I filed a complaint, but they ruled in his favor without giving any reason. In fact, he was even appointed as one of the members of the investigation team.

So when will American media stop portraying Indian males (I refuse to call them men or even boys) as innocent, funny nerds? I consider this behavior not only toxic, but dangerous.

Stop showing sexist Indian criminals as harmless, funny nerds. That’s like calling a nuclear bomb a firework. I can expose them little by little—because I see their real attitude.