March 11th, 2005
|09:04 am - Shirts, an old Ardbard, and something unfinished.|
If you'll recall, a little over a year ago, I was in an argument with someone that basically revolved around me being told I was "too young to write chants".
(Here's the post)
Well, the person who I was responding to had held power over me: I refused to name them, simply because they asked me not to.
So I began thinking about ways to get that back. Not in a spiteful way where I'd go and poke fun at her (though I admit I almost posted an entry that did that), but rather by getting that conversation out to a wider audience.
So I made some shirts using my Cafe Press site.
The first shirt is a handy reference to who is allowed to chant. (zoom to graphic)
The second shirt is the basic conversation we had via email with quotes lifted directly from the emails. (zoom to graphic)
There's no danger of this person doing this again to another ADF member. She quit the organization when she didn't get her way, citing "questionable actions" (no word on whether she thought her own actions were "questionable", but I assure you that I thought they were).
Like I said, I'm not doing this to get back at her, I'm doing this because I want something back that she took away. She made me afraid, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let the bitch do that to me any more.
Current Mood: relieved
Current Music: "It's My Job", -JB
Catharsis and purging are wonderful things. I hope you feel a lot better now, having learned a valuable lesson from the experience. I know I do for your sake. I should probably do something similar, though I'm not sure I'm ready. I can PROMISE you that the wrongs I suffered from that woman and her husband make yours pale in comparison. Most folks never heard the half of it, and no one (besides me) knows the whole of it. All I can say is good fucking riddance.
I can't tell you how relieved I am that in the past couple years folks in ADF finally stood up to the bullies and bitches, telling them that if they can't play nice, they can bloody well take their ball and go home. I have been through some horrific experiences over the past decade involving (former) members of ADF. While I now accept that "that which does not destroy us only makes us stronger," I admit, I still have lingering scars that came not from what the bullies did or said, but what my colleagues, by their silence, tacitly condoned. Maybe those wounds go even deeper...
Thanks for making me think about this. There be healing this way, methinks.
I admit, I still have lingering scars that came not from what the bullies did or said, but what my colleagues, by their silence, tacitly condoned. Maybe those wounds go even deeper...
That is the worst part by far. "Silence means agreement" -- if no one tells you that they don't agree, then as far as you know they do agree & everyone thinks you are the horrible human being you've just been told you are. Destroys your self-confidence. And feels like a betrayal, too.