To my father

On the occasion of this Father's Day which, as we both know, did not go well.

I don't know if you will read this. I'm not sure if you're monitoring my blog on an ongoing basis or if you decided once was enough.

I'm sorry if your feelings were hurt by something you read. That was not my intention.

But as to your demand that I never write anything else about anyone in the family, which means basically almost my entire childhood would be off limits-- I respectfully decline.

There are things in my life that happened that feel like they are poisoning me from inside my own mind-- slowly, day by day.

Writing about these things is helpful.  Sharing them with others is helpful.  It fosters a community of support, and I can't give that support up.

People have sent me messages to let me know that the things I've written have helped them in their own struggles.  These messages mean the world to me.  I can't give that up either-- the opportunity to know I've helped someone.

I have tried to tell the truth as best as I can remember it. 

To everyone else--

I'm sorry, everyone, but that's all I have for right now.  This episode has upset me pretty badly and I find I am not able to write about the other topics I had planned.  I need a little time.

Next week- I'll try to start tackling atheism- which has been something I wanted to talk about for a long time, but there's been so much going on with fat activism that I haven't had a chance.

Feel free to leave comments or contact me in other ways, and I'll see you next week.