I was thinking about making a thread about how I made Son-of-a-wrek do the cabbage patch dance to get in the back door, in the past.
It was hilarious.
I thought that would be a funny story to put on the Dope. Bad, bad, bad title could be fun.
People would get a chuckle, maybe. Or a OMG, I did that.
Or at worst, a groan, “that Beck she’s goofy”.
But I cannot.
Apparently my stories need to be in a blog.
First off I’ve never heard of that, til I heard it here.
Second, isn’t that from bygone eras?
I came here to talk directly to folks. Talking to a vacuum, to an empty space is not what I perceived when I joined.
I paid for that privilege a few years. I paid for a couple of other people. Tuba fixed that up for me.
I say that not to brag, but to show you how I believed in this place. I believed it was worth paying for. Not that anyone must.
But I wanted to. To do my tiny part.
I could say, this was my place.
Finally.
I found a community. Not my family. Not my medical places. A place I could actually speak coherent (mostly) sentences to.
All these years of talking to my personal empty space(my brain) now I have found a place where actual human beings would hear my words. No anxiety. No stuttering issues. No misunderstanding my sign language, No one looking at my scarred face. No one trying to form my words with their mouth. No fear, sez I.
@dropzone encouraged me. But I just lurked. He pushed me to post. He’s said, you have lots to say, girl, Say it!
So I did.
I was free. The 1000s of stories about my weird existence could be enjoyed and appreciated by others.
Yeah. So I thought. How quaint of me to think folks would accept me for me.
I know I’m not perfect. I embellish. I over express.
Things that freak me out alittle might be the norm for others. I was fine with that. Their experience was exactly what I wanted to hear back. I remember specific posts where people said “girl, you ain’t right, no one has that problem. It’s just you”.
And I loved it.
But, then…
Well, we know what happened.
I’m not leaving the Dope.
It seems I have to be different.
No more badx3 titles.
No more dropping my anecdotes into a thread.
No more “I think”…“my preference”…“looks like to me”…“IMO”.
None of that.
Can’t be tolerated by the smartest and brightest.
Couldn’t I have just been one of the dipsticks?