I don’t want to believe in SRA. Nope. Never happened. This funny looking scar on my arm happened when I fell on a pyramid-shaped toy that happened to be rather hot.
Here’s the problem with that logic– it doesn’t change what happened to me or all of the other SRA survivors out there. Neither our attempts at disbelief nor the disbelief of those who haven’t experienced it first hand changes even a minute of what happened to me and what is still happening to others. As I said in this post I don’t feel the need to defend myself. After all, I’ve faced much worse than criticism.
Consider that a blanket message to everyone. I will discuss SRA via email or on this blog, but respect *must* be given on all sides at all times. And I will not argue the point of whether SRA exists. If you are not interested in, are upset by, or have some twisted need to harass people who *have* dealt with SRA, feel free not to read this blog.
