I know a lot of people in the comments don't like this. And they're perfectly valid. One solution doesn't work for everyone and it misses a lot of nuance.
That being said, I actually did something like this for my social anxiety, which was damn near debilitating. I had to constantly remind myself that none of what I'm doing is risky or dangerous. Im just gonna roll with the punches. And if I do something that I might cringe about later, fuck it. Do i really care about what strangers think? And if the people I do know are of any value, they won't chastize me for being a bit odd. So just own it.
This took years to get through. I basically brute forced myself through the social interactions until the anxiety was nowhere near as strong. I still have it, but my job forces me to talk to new people all the time. It got manageable. Maybe something like that could work for someone else.
This is not medical advice, and I strongly suggest you talk with a therapist if you have these issues. I was just too poor to do anything else about it.
Its important to have all the context here. Children of poor families worked at these places, not wealthy people. It was a necessity for those families, or they wont eat. Its a systemic failure, not a parental one. Especially when they didn't have a choice.
My sincerest condolences. The way he looks at you, you can tell he adored you. My boy also used to look at me and snuggle just like that, and I miss him every day.
You are so clever for pointing that out, and are absolutely correct! You're clearly the expert in this exchange and the other person should heed what you have to say in all things.
Nah, plenty of brown and poor people pray to the same god.