Note: for anyone reading my blog now or in the future: this in part is a healing therapeutic process for me. I am not hateful, vengeful or vindictive as some people seemed to think when I confronted an old abuser. I do not hate this man. Please read the comment thread on that post if you walked away assuming anything and to get some sense of the process involved. I’ve had a few people who seem to assume I’m inappropriately angry because he gave an apology. These comments came in email for the most part. Posts on this blog are snapshots of moments in my life. They do not tell the whole story. You cannot assume a post is the end of a story and I’d appreciate it if people understand that I share only a fraction of what goes on in my life and you really shouldn’t imagine you know me. You don’t.
What I share I share in the hopes that it will both be therapeutic for me and others as well who have perhaps lived similar situations. If the stories I tell are so outside your experience you can’t relate then again, stop and think about that and maybe consider that if you don’t have something constructive to say it might be a good idea to say nothing. If it’s not constructive in some way, then why say it?
I choose to put myself out here and make myself vulnerable. That doesn’t mean it’s easy when I get targeted by mean-spirited shit coming from all sides.
I’m not angry enough by some people’s standards, too angry by others, not anti-psychiatry enough for some, too critical of meds for others. And I routinely get attacked, both for what I think and who people imagine I am. Again, you don’t know me. You only see a sliver of who I am.
Of course most of you who make yourselves known to me are delightful and you are what makes this blog happen and I think you intutively get all the above. But I do get a fair share of people who I think need to be reminded of what I’ve just written.