The nature of discourse has been on my mind a lot lately as I continue to guide more and more into my flock. I know that exposure is not without risk, but at the same time, some things are merely too important to remain silent about. I think the world wants all discourse on the taboo to be anonymous. We don’t want to imagine that grievances are committed by actual human beings. We don’t want faces or names with sin. Groups like Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous are the closest things we have to actual acceptance of sin but rehabilitation is expected. Even then, their names are only known between those walls and never outside.
The successful psychopath is expected to remain quiet and in the shadows. We are not to speak of our past, present, nor future. Society finds it abhorrent that we would even think of speaking. I see this firsthand with the responses to Twitter musings that I have. I either have support or hatred; there is no in between. Those that hate me want to see me silent and find it unfathomable that I would dare speak of my own experiences. They discount my perceptions and my musings as those of a pariah and an iconoclast. I am expected to be a killer or a batterer. The fact that I am not makes such critics uncomfortable but unwilling to let up on their assault.