I’ve been at this a year as of today, too bad I’m not in a reflective mood. Though I am in a mood, oh hell yes. It seemed to me I entered menopause a few months ago now here I sit all Drippy Mcbloodypants and up to my neck with being jerked around by the whole wreckin planet.
Got into a thread at Pandagon today; The real face of class warfare, oh good, a post about the downtrodden, which produced a thread of booksmart explanations on the failings of the downtrodden and stupidity and how they can improve themselves by accepting personal responsibility and getting an education. Let’s have a discussion on the invisible poor, and act like we can see them. But there’s no such thing as over-education, nope.
The categories need work, but I’ve cut back on my letters to Woody, I’m proud of the blogroll, still tweaking the “about me” page endlessly and still averaging 20 comments at other blogs for every posting here. I crave conversation, and am not sure the people who read this blog want to talk about the things I do, and might consider the subjects tangential, if so, that’s all right. The intent is persuasion, but I go at an angle, I can’t abide argument by declaration and fuck logic too. I don’t have masculine ways, nothing against men, I’m just sayin, I believe in experience and come by my own gradual awakenings by connecting the dots in my own time and process. (Process is very girl.) Words to live by, from Gestalt therapy: “only notice.”
It’s hard to notice that which invalidates our own views. It’s hard to believe that noticing is enough and hard to maintain that degree of confidence in yourself and others, but anything more is an insult.
On the other hand:
“When you can assume that your audience holds the same beliefs as you do, you can relax a little and use more normal means of talking to it; when you have to assume that it does not, then you have to make your vision apparent by shock—to the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind, you draw large and startling figures.”—Flannery O’Connor
So much for nuance. OK, here’s what makes me wanna holler, haven’t even brought this up and it’s the issue that got me started blogging so will say it once and for all. The voting record of the severe and persistent mentally ill. There is none. That’s what kept me awake for a week before starting here a year ago, the one thought stuck in my head, we’ve willfully, politically disempowered ourselves.
Then I started the blog and forgot all about it. One year later and Texas just won this war, just this week, Wednesday. I will start having serious mental problems if I keep avoiding this subject on Writhe Safely. I’m afraid of what I might learn and my own lack of understanding. I don’t know how to do the noticing and scales falling from the eyes and intuitive gentle nudging whatnot, not when it comes to voter registration. It leaves me speechless to think about, but I follow the research and as a group the mentally ill do not vote. And we’re supposed to be a threat to the established order? One more lie to keep us ashamed, meek, self-obsessed and politically disengaged, no threat to the established order that works so diligently to suppress our votes, which we hand over on a silver platter.
Carl Rogers used to say “the facts are always friendly.” Good to know, cause I got nothin.