Yesterday was hell, and then this post was a kind of thinking aloud, where I didn't think *through* well enough - which I acknowledge, and the fact that I have a disability that directly causes me to lack the ability to think things through doesn't change the fact that doesn't so causes problems. I upset people. I upset one person enough that she dropped me from her circle, which kind of hurt.
Especially since - in the best *Fail tradition - I meant well. On a crappy day, when I was short on reasons to think I even deserve to live, I seized on an idea to try and make something positive, in an area where I care really a lot. Language is *important*.
And I screwed up really, really badly, and upset people, and all that stuff, and... I recognise that, but I can't dwell. If nothing else, having skated the cusp of dangerous levels of blood loss yesterday, I can't afford to bleed more this week, and when I break down, there is, generally, blood.
For what it's worth, though I don't think you were at fault here, I forgive you completely for the degree to which I was upset further by your comment.
In ordinary situations, I am happy to accept criticism, and discuss the question of where and how I went wrong, but right now, I can't do that.
Re: I am so very sorry for failing in turn.
Yesterday was hell, and then this post was a kind of thinking aloud, where I didn't think *through* well enough - which I acknowledge, and the fact that I have a disability that directly causes me to lack the ability to think things through doesn't change the fact that doesn't so causes problems. I upset people. I upset one person enough that she dropped me from her circle, which kind of hurt.
Especially since - in the best *Fail tradition - I meant well. On a crappy day, when I was short on reasons to think I even deserve to live, I seized on an idea to try and make something positive, in an area where I care really a lot. Language is *important*.
And I screwed up really, really badly, and upset people, and all that stuff, and... I recognise that, but I can't dwell. If nothing else, having skated the cusp of dangerous levels of blood loss yesterday, I can't afford to bleed more this week, and when I break down, there is, generally, blood.
For what it's worth, though I don't think you were at fault here, I forgive you completely for the degree to which I was upset further by your comment.
In ordinary situations, I am happy to accept criticism, and discuss the question of where and how I went wrong, but right now, I can't do that.