Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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There are lines. Please stop crossing them.

When I posted about depression, I said that I was giving myself comment amnesty; I said that I might not (probably would not) read the comments.

Since then, people have contacted me via email (when they had it), via my old email (which I rarely check), via my contact form, via Facebook, and via my Tumblr, to give me their phone numbers, to tell me not to hurt myself (which I did not threaten to do), to provide crisis hotlines, to make suggestions about medication (which I did not solicit), and in one case, to threaten to report me to the police as a suicide risk if I did not update my blog immediately to show that I was still alive.

Please. Stop. "Comment amnesty" did not mean "work harder to make sure that your words, your well wishes, your specific need to engage with my depression will be heard." I try to keep open dialogs on this blog, and I usually appreciate communication, but right now, this contact is intrusive, and upsetting, and seems to prioritize the needs of the contacting person above mine. Please. Stop.

This is why I do not talk when I am sad.
Tags: depression, shameless plea
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I'm firmly of the opinion that the various people who ignored your clearly expressed wishes (and on that note, HULK SCIENTIST SMASH; the researcher in me calls that a violation of declared intent, and I collect heads for lesser shit) need a certain amount of loving thrashing with the stick that says "It's Not About What You Want, It's What Seanan Wants That Matters Here", usually condensed to "It's Not About You". Your desires on this matter are what matters, and various people don't get that your desires are superordinate to theirs. Fuckers.
Agree +1.