Well a few people asked me why I haven’t been keeping up with my prolific blogging as normal.
The sad fact of the matter is that I have PTSD and that it sometimes becomes very hard to feel like doing anything.
I was extremely depressed because of the way my parents behaved. I was shocked and appalled and it made me depressed. I had a “bad time” ™. It’s a beast I struggle with daily. I normally have it under control, this is the first time I have felt it’s lash in nearly 4 years.
So I didn’t write. Because all I wanted to do is wallow in misery and self pity. I actually took a few days off from work too. It’s not good for me to do that too much and people are less understanding about mental illness here than other places. So I called in sick with a RTI (Respiratory Tract infection) which is serious business. It helps that i had a sore throat.
But it meant that I didn’t feel like writing. It meant that I wanted to just hide away from the world. I did “want” to write, but I felt that my writing would just be me ranting about culture and say things that are biased by anger.
I should write. Writing has helped me keep control of my issues. I joke that I write out of rage but that’s how I “cope”. When I am mad I write. It’s my punching bag. It’s just weird that people wanted to punch the bag.
So I have to thank you for all the messages of support I have received from people about my family. It’s helped a lot. I am feeling a lot lot better and I should be back in the saddle soon.
Want to know something funny? In the middle of all the messages of support there have been some stellar individuals who had criticism for me. Everything about supporting parents (i assume these are Indian ones) to one that carried this stellar piece of work.
I have had people tell me that people have said things like this about me…
I imagine he thinks he’s complimenting “[his] pretty lady”, being sweet, or possibly it’s an in joke? Otherwise, that looks like insight failon the feminism thing to me. (Sort of like “Trophy Wife”: possessed and for show.)
Oh yes. I got it as an e-mail.
I assume someone is a wanker. I think Tiga is very pretty so call me shallow, but physical attraction “is a thing”. I find her pretty. There is no part of “feminism” that says “you cannot find people attractive”. Why do people assume feminists must be hateful harpies who only mate in order to create a generation of whipped men and manhaters? You can look good as a “feminist”. The reasons why you do so are different.
Tiga isn’t just pretty. She is smart, hard working, funny and keeps me sane. She is one of the few nice things in my life and I am fucking damned if some wanker tries to hold the few things that I have nice in my life over my head.
Oh and I also got this…
Oh Look! You Sent Something Stupid To Me.
I think they mistook me for someone else, but it does call Tiga by name and reference a post where I referred to her as “my pretty lady”.
So I have to mention this. The accusation of slacktivism is a stupid one to make at the best of times because it starts the game of “Charity Olympics”. Or “Who Supports the Most Worthy Charity”. Oh! You help inner city kids? Well I help abused donkeys! Abused Donkeys? Don’t Make me Laugh! I support fresh water in India. INDIA! Don’t make me laugh! I support medical aid in the DRC!”
No one wins this game, but there are plenty of losers. For instance, the people who lose out are charities because it prevents “unworthy” charities from getting funds. And this is without going into how utterly moronic sending “me” of all the people on FTB something like this is.
I will be back tomorrow.
The blog will continue.
I shall be listening to a variety of montage music and Pat Benetar while I do so.
I have to thank the idiots who sent me the hate mail. You rekindled the reason why I blogged and got me moving again.
Normal Service Shall Resume.