Went dancing!



Dance Freedom in Cambridge is usually a cosy place, but it also reminded me of some bad memories. I was once volunteering to take stuff down and I and another guy were holding something heavy and the other guy moved it in such a way as to soundly bonk a nearby woman in the head as she sat on the floor. I could see, but I didn't yell to him in time. He should have been paying more attention and I should have been more bossy. Since I am blind and he is not, however, I was erroneously blamed and told never to volunteer there again. It made me very angry --- especially since the guy who actually did it knows he did it and never said a word. What a dickhead! So now I remember why I don't like to go to that dance so much any more. I thought I was over feeling angry, but I guess I still need more time. There's nothing like being falsely accused of what I most fear anyway to really upset me.

Posted: Wed - April 16, 2003 at 03:02      

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