Welcome to Rocking Complacency

Greetings, intrepid reader.

As a member of the human race, I (like everyone) have my own thoughts and opinions on the things that happen in my world or the wider concerns that touch my world. I have begun this blog to provide myself a place to express my thoughts and opinions on whatever I feel like talking about, whether or not anyone else cares.

I am a survivor of severe and long-term sexual abuse, and I have been diagnosed with a dissociative disorder. I also have a job, attend school, maintain a household, and have active hobbies and interests (which will no doubt feature in this blog in due time and course), but the DID and the history that led to it is something I live with 24/7. I don’t get to go home from it at the end of the day like I do from my job, or deal with it only once a week like I can with a class or a meeting. Insofar as my entire life has had to adjust to accommodate my diagnosis, that diagnosis has developed a corresponding level of importance to me. I consider DID to be more a way of life than a diagnosis.

I have been a member of numerous online groups for those with dissociative disorders and other sequelae of childhood abuse. I have come away from those experiences feeling largely embarrassed by my so-called “fellows” and outright angry at the impression so many of them are creating on this world-wide stage.

This certainly doesn’t apply to everyone in those communities. There are plenty of people there who are simply looking for others like themselves with whom to share their healing journey, and nothing more.

Then there are the hidden perpetrators, the instant experts (I was diagnosed yesterday! now I will educate the world!), the raging borderlines, the fakers… the whining, the lying, the manipulation, the backstabbing, the drama… it’s going on, all the time, in an amount that’s discouraging and to a degree that’s sickening.

But god forbid I should say anything about it. How dare I say that they’re acting inappropriately? How dare I suggest that their behavior might have hurt someone else? THEY are the ones who have been hurt! Apparently this means that they are permitted to act however they want, to say and do whatever they want, and nobody can say anything to check them.

Well, I’m sick and tired of having to be silent on their account.

I’m sick and tired of the prevailing attitude that survivors expect to be treated as if they live in soapy bubbles filled with warm milk and tepid bathwater that refract happy rainbows of forgiveness and tolerance over everything they do. I’m sick and tired of seeing groups go overboard protecting the rights of other members to act like idiots with impunity, and I’m sick of seeing idiotic behavior defended as though there were any excuse for it.

The argument that we are all healing does not cut it for me. The premise that “we all need to learn to act like rational human beings and deserve infinite patience until we do” is a false premise. Enough with handing out cyber-hugs and support to people who deserve to be smacked upside the head and asked on what planet they thought their behavior was acceptable.

And enough of being trapped in a world where other people can say any pathetic, stupid, whiny, false, idiotic thing they want… and apparently the only crime is telling them they’re lying or whining or stupid.

So, this blog will be my opinion, not watered down, not politically correct, and not tailored to suit anyone but myself.

I hope to update this blog at least every Friday. My opinion might not interest anyone other than myself, but on the other hand, there just might be some others out there who are as fed up with the crap as I am.