It’s really bizarre to me whanever neurotypical people start talking like this because this is just what experiencing time is like when you have ADHD. My whole life feels like this and 2018 is no different.
The UK radfems who make up the numerous TERF organisations we’ve been recently gifted with literally never do anything useful for women. They manufacture anti-trans content all the time and do nothing else; it is literally the entirety of their online presence and their “activism”. They are manifestly uninterested in anything that feminists are usually expected to be interested in, unless it gives them an angle to manufacture more anti-transgender propaganda.
It’s worth noting, while I’m here, that no journalist interviewing these people or mining them for content is “falling for it”. They are well aware that these people conduct no feminist activism and have horribly biased viewpoints; that’s why they are routinely interviewed and quoted and sourced. Either the journalist in question shares their views – in which case the TERF organisations are providing a useful service for a journalist who wants to pretend their bigotry is somehow objective because they can find similarly horrible people to quote – or they are too lazy/careless to engage in anything other than the most debased form of point-counterpoint journalism, where you get a quote from a person who exists and another quote from someone who wants the first person dead and, boom, you’ve got yourself a “debate”.
Yay, time for more anxiety attacks from trying to deal with that family thing I (barely) touched on a few days ago. This time I thought I had it together pretty well, and then I went to respond to an e-mail I’d left sitting over the weekend. Insta-adrenaline! 😦
Still don’t feel like I can talk about it much, but my biodad decided to try and get in touch. Called my (maternal) uncle and asked for my phone number and address.
(For even better timing, this month is also my mother’s 10th death anniversary. Which I’m sure he didn’t know unless/until my uncle told him. But, just to add onto the mental/emotional load.)
That was probably extra awkward, since they weren’t exactly friendly–to put it mildly–but that uncle would have been easy to find in the phone book. Anyway, thankfully my uncle thought he should talk to me first instead of just handing out that info and setting me up for quite a surprise. So, he sent me an e-mail a few days ago. I did respond that day, to say thanks for the heads up and that it’s a lot to process, but didn’t manage any further reply until now.
So yeah, I’m still not sure what to think about the whole situation. Not a word out of the man since like 1986, when he took off to avoid a court order for some serious back child support. Which was maybe the least of his behavioral problems then.
(It didn’t actually take long to find out where he went, because small communities. But, my mom decided she just didn’t want to deal with him anymore enough to pursue it at all. That level bad situation.)
So, come back 32 years later and he apparently wants to get in touch.
In the back of my mind, of course I had entertained such possibilities over the years. Though I have to admit that it generally went the other way in my head. I seriously never expected to hear from him of his own volition.
Mr. C’s immediate response? “You really don’t have to.” But, I’m rather morbidly curious about what he might have to say. (And, frankly, what he wants. Because I do have to suspect it’s something other than to make a genuine good faith attempt at building a decent adult relationship.)
I figure I would likely regret just ignoring him more than listening in a noncommittal way. Even if any conversation should go badly. I think I’m still too curious to just let it go.
But, in that mail a little while ago, I asked my uncle what else Biodad had to say–and if he left contact info, because I really wasn’t keen on giving him mine straight off the bat. Wasn’t even in a shape to ask about any of that when I got the original message. So, we’ll see.
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