After getting my haircut and paying, the barbershop receptionist messaged me ten minutes later to say they only serve ‘real men,’ accused me of lying about everything, and told me I wasn’t welcome anymore.

I had just felt a small moment of confidence—getting a haircut was supposed to be a simple, normal experience. But that message shattered it completely.

It seems like such a silly situation, but it left me feeling even worse than before. It wasn’t just rejection; it was a reminder that even everyday interactions can turn into something humiliating and painful.

Now, I’m scared to go to regular hair salons and even to talk to strangers. I avoid barbershops entirely, resorting to cutting my own hair or searching for rare, trusted places where I feel safe. Even simple things like ordering coffee or shopping feel different—every interaction comes with a fear that it could turn into another moment of rejection.

My trust is completely shattered.