An Explanation

Occasionally, I will write a blog post, and friends or family members will think that it's about them.  So, let me be clear about something.  If I have some sort of an issue or problem with someone, generally speaking, I will meet it head on and address it with that individual if they allow me to.  I'm not a stab in the back kind of person.  I prefer to shoot straight while someone is looking right at me, or bide my time until they're ready to talk.

That being said, I recently wrote a blog post about the movie character Gaston.  I sincerely hope that no one thought this post was about them.  It was about a cartoon character.  It's sort of my own view on these characters as a whole...they all have issues, when looked at through an adult lens, and it's humorous to me to take them apart and analyze them.  This has been done before, and not by me.  I thought of doing a whole series of analysis on them, but that would be time consuming during this semester, when time is extremely valuable and not to be wasted.

Another example is when I write posts about what to do and not do around autistic people and their families.  Inevitably, someone will come to me and say, Oh, I apologize if I've ever done that to you or I'm so sorry if I said or did A, B, C.  These posts are never intended to call someone out.  They are intended as general, informative guides on how to communicate with autistic people and their families.  They are intended to educate, not embarrass or make someone feel bad.  If you recognize yourself in one of them, then perhaps that is impetus for further self-examination.

In conclusion, if someone wants to assume the worst about anything I've written here, I can only say that a lot can be assumed by what someone writes, especially if you have little contact with the writer or only see them on certain days of the week. Some of the people who have come to me have been church friends.  I would like to say here that my church family is made up of some of the best, most supportive people I've ever had the pleasure to know.  If there is any place that my son feels welcome and secure, it's at church.

In conclusion, I would like to say that  I've been through enough emotional turmoil in my life up to this point to be able to step back and say I am not responsible for anyone's assumptions or feelings, and if someone is out of sorts, it's not something I'm going to lose sleep over.  Their loss, not mine.