I hate hate hate unsolicited advice
I’m done with the “good intentions” trope.
I don’t care if people mean well. I have said it enough that it should be respected.
I will be using the term “you” because I’m constantly defending myself from a “you” who keeps interjecting their feedback on my life.
Do not tell me how to live my life as a disabled, homeless, chronically ill American. Your unsolicited advice is harmful and distracting. It triggers me and makes my voice more silent. I have been fending off comments like this for years despite telling people to be respectful of my experience that they could never imagine, of a situation they know only a portion about, and about symptoms I am masking for their comfort- to which they don’t have any idea about.
Giving me advice on what to do for a barrier I am facing is like telling me to fix my broken car with a screw. A screw may not help anything. And it definitely isn’t what I need. And I probably have already tried it.
By the way- I am not the broken car in this analogy. I am still the driver. Respect my autonomy please and thank you.
I have been surviving complex trauma for years. Decades.
End vent (until I get triggered again)
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