No! I'm not going to blog about you.
I simply refuse to.
There we were having tea and conversation with Belinda and Susan. With our schedules we manage to do this three or four times a year and I always look forward to the get togethers. We laugh a lot. We share a lot. We make each other think. We distract each other from thinking. It's a perfect couple of hours.
Today before we left Belinda read us a passage from a book that was really meaningful to her. I loved it too, both because of it's overall message but also because of it's 'pro-disability' sentiment. It lead us to conversation on a bit deeper level.
Suddenly, perhaps because I hadn't had a blog moment all day, a guy at another table gets up and inserts his opinion into my conversation with the others at the table. Not only is it an opinion that I personally find a bit revolting, his intrusion was incredibly intrusive. It also signalled that he'd been sitting there listening to us ... well, OK, I listen to others, too.
On our way out someone said, 'Well, you've got your blog post tomorrow.'
And I thought, 'Oh no, I've got some control.'
So I'm not blogging about what he said or how it upset me or how typically dismissive of the disabled point of view it was. So I'm not going to tell the story of how a jerk felt that he could just co-opt a guy in a wheelchair talking with his friends. So I'm not going to give him the space.
Hey, you, asshat, You probably think this blog is about you.