we need to talk
(About that last ask. I handled it poorly and hastily because it pissed me off.)
You guys know I rarely post asks like the one I just did because, for the most part, I try to keep that kind of negativity off this blog or I respond with something funny because it’s cathartic.
I never mean for any of these stories to upset people. Especially people who have been through awful things and deal with that every day of their lives.
I’ve touched on my bipolar and anxiety before and to an extent some of the abuse when I was young and am no stranger to panic attacks, but I know how lucky I am that it isn’t worse.
My brother, on the other hand, has PTSD, borderline personality disorder, and crippling depression. I watched him go through panic attacks and terrifying flashbacks for over a decade and subsequently destroy his life because he never took the help that was offered to him.
Abuse is not something I take lightly. I’ve been accused of putting it in stories for dramatic effect (like in always you and now ttb) but it’s something that I write about because, to the best of my abilities, understand it.
It is a very real, very serious thing that needs to be talked about and acknowledged, not swept under the rug in favor of thinking about, reading, writing nothing but happy things.
There is ignorance that comes from lack of knowledge and lack of experience, and of course, that last part is a good thing. No one deserves go through anything like that.
It’s their responsibility to learn, and learn to sympathize.
And there’s willful ignorance that comes from genuinely not caring or some sense of superiority. Really, that’s all well and good, live in your bubble, have your opinion. But if you make no effort to understand, keep it to yourself.
If that’s not something you can do, pack your things, get your bitch ass off my blog, and go fuck yourself.