You talk about me being hurtful? Ihate to sound like a kid, but you hurt me first. Your thoughtless comment reminded me of a period in my lie that I would really rather forget, and that triggering almost gave me an asthma attack; you hurt me PHYSICALLY by using the same rhetoric as the people who were supposed to protect me from harm when I reported the abuse. They told me the same thing. That people don't have to listen if I'm angry and that I should forgive and forget.
That's like, the classic Catholic School response to a female student's abuse.
That went on for years and years. I had no help.
When I went for help people told me that I basically had it coming because I wasn't behaving properly.
That was what you sounded like. That is why I was so angry and hurt I stopped being able to breathe properly. Probably shouldn't have commented under the influence of salbutamol, since it makes me very VERY anxious and twitchy.
I doubt you were TRYING to make my bronchi spazz out, but it happened. And yeah, I'll admit I took a pot-shot, because what I saw in your commentary was 'yukie, you should know better than to assume that people have to listen to you.' It really, honestly sounded like that. And the appropriation was just insulting. I didn't think I'd be able to change you mind since every time you approach me like this you seem to be talking down to me. You really don't know how condescending your comment looks form my perspective.
I have TRIED the nice polite route. Ove and over and over again. I've tried 'please stop that' or 'please listen'.
People tell me 'shut up' anyhow.
People just tell me 'you obviously don't care that much'.
Or they ignore me outright. I've tried business letters (and believe you me I make damn sure they're super polite and formal as anything) and the singular time I got a reply from one of those, it was a rude form letter brush off. Did I expect the world changed, no, but I would've peferred a reply that wasn't the business equivalent of a fuck-you.
Unfortunately, you got me on a spoonless lousy heatsick chst-concested sore-throat shitty fucking day, and while I'll apologize for Ventolin-induced paranoia and assuming you were out to bait me into getting sick (salbutamol sulphate is some...uh...unique shit) I won't apologize for telling you that you were way out of line, rude, condescending, and ignorant.
Whether or not you change your mind is up to you. it's not my responsibility to make sure everyone does, and most people have their minds made up from the moment they say boo to me anyhow. XD; I'm 'less' in their minds whether they realize it or not so they just don't pay me heed. No matter how kind I am. No matter how angry I'm not.
I have no way to win, really. I'm either too angry or not enough angry, and the end goal of that kind of catch-22 is making sure people like me just give up on speaking out.
To hear someone whom I know well talking to me like people who hate my guts is scary shit.
Re: How about a tall ice cold glass of Bitch Please. It's refreshing.
You talk about me being hurtful? Ihate to sound like a kid, but you hurt me first. Your thoughtless comment reminded me of a period in my lie that I would really rather forget, and that triggering almost gave me an asthma attack; you hurt me PHYSICALLY by using the same rhetoric as the people who were supposed to protect me from harm when I reported the abuse. They told me the same thing. That people don't have to listen if I'm angry and that I should forgive and forget.
That's like, the classic Catholic School response to a female student's abuse.
That went on for years and years. I had no help.
When I went for help people told me that I basically had it coming because I wasn't behaving properly.
That was what you sounded like. That is why I was so angry and hurt I stopped being able to breathe properly. Probably shouldn't have commented under the influence of salbutamol, since it makes me very VERY anxious and twitchy.
I doubt you were TRYING to make my bronchi spazz out, but it happened. And yeah, I'll admit I took a pot-shot, because what I saw in your commentary was 'yukie, you should know better than to assume that people have to listen to you.' It really, honestly sounded like that. And the appropriation was just insulting. I didn't think I'd be able to change you mind since every time you approach me like this you seem to be talking down to me. You really don't know how condescending your comment looks form my perspective.
I have TRIED the nice polite route. Ove and over and over again. I've tried 'please stop that' or 'please listen'.
People tell me 'shut up' anyhow.
People just tell me 'you obviously don't care that much'.
Or they ignore me outright. I've tried business letters (and believe you me I make damn sure they're super polite and formal as anything) and the singular time I got a reply from one of those, it was a rude form letter brush off. Did I expect the world changed, no, but I would've peferred a reply that wasn't the business equivalent of a fuck-you.
Unfortunately, you got me on a spoonless lousy heatsick chst-concested sore-throat shitty fucking day, and while I'll apologize for Ventolin-induced paranoia and assuming you were out to bait me into getting sick (salbutamol sulphate is some...uh...unique shit) I won't apologize for telling you that you were way out of line, rude, condescending, and ignorant.
Whether or not you change your mind is up to you. it's not my responsibility to make sure everyone does, and most people have their minds made up from the moment they say boo to me anyhow. XD; I'm 'less' in their minds whether they realize it or not so they just don't pay me heed. No matter how kind I am. No matter how angry I'm not.
I have no way to win, really. I'm either too angry or not enough angry, and the end goal of that kind of catch-22 is making sure people like me just give up on speaking out.
To hear someone whom I know well talking to me like people who hate my guts is scary shit.