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Posting from a throwaway account.
I used to know John. Would see him maybe twice a month. Always said a friendly hello, made pleasant conversation, etc. Never once did he make the slightest effort to get to know me.
One day I googled my name just to see what came up, and one of the top results was from a message board where my name was mentioned. A bunch of people I'd never met were shit-talking me because they didn't like some stuff I'd written online in a blog under a pseudonym.
John chimed in with comments about how he'd known me, nobody in the group liked me, there was "something wrong" with me and I was "odd" and so on. Nice words from a guy who went to church every week and seemed to be a very proud Christian - and just like this blog post, never seemed to turn down an opportunity to toot his own horn.
That "something wrong" and "oddness" was the struggle of trying to socialize normally and form interpersonal relationships with people after nearly non-stop psychological and physical abuse during my kindergarten through middle/high school years.
Any potential employers, roommates, friends, or romantic partners would see that page. It was a witch-hunt.
Seeing that page, and realizing how it had likely at least influenced my seeking employment opportunities and trying to form friendships, find a partner, etc - nearly caused a mental breakdown.
So, John, _do tell me about how much you care about "psychological safety."_