It seems that of late I have come to be more aware of the evil world of the blogging troll. The low life that pops up in the comments of our blogs or on websites that are created simple to say nasty things about people (
under the pretence of writing a review about said blog I should add), usually anonymously and usually behind the safety of their computer screen.
I don’t understand it all myself. Why people say things that are nasty or degrading for no reason but to get some sick sense of satisfaction for themselves. Confused I am indeed.
I have not personally been targeted but some other bloggers have been. People that I have come to know not only on a computer screen but in person. These people are kind, caring and compassionate people who want nothing but to share their little bit of the world and maybe help a person or two along the way.
Don’t get me wrong. I know that not everyone is going to agree with you opinion all the time. Lets face it because it would be a pretty boring place if we did. But having said that there is away you can have a different opinion and share that said opinion without being a rude and obnoxious douchbag.
If you don’t have anything nice to say press the escape button and walk away. It really is that simple. Just as kind words can make someone feel warm and fuzzy for days of not months so too can harshness and unkind words that shatter your heart even a little.
Even if someone says it doesn’t hurt I call, ‘bullshit’. I say that because I have been hurt by words and said it didn’t hurt but I thought of them hurtful words and comments for months. Who am I kidding I think of them even now.
My son was killed. In 14 days it will be ten years since he was taken from me. For the next eight years I lived in a cave inside my home. The curtains closed and never allowing anyone into my home or heart. That all changed for me when I found the world and friendships that snuck into my home via a computer. The world of blogging and the amazing people that make up that world. I thank them for that everyday.
As I’m sure you know if your reading this, I also have three boys with autism. I could never have realised the blessings being given these amazing children would bring me. Nor the opportunities living with autism would bring. To support, love and care for others that are also living with autism. To prove to me that they are not alone and nor am I. I realised all of these things by the people that reached out to me for guidance and support and the ones that I found to support me alone the way.
I’m sorry the blogging world in Australia is being attacked as it is at the moment. The pilot boy was concerned if I wrote this blog that I may open myself up to be the next under attack.
A mum of a dead son and three autistic boys trying to help other families with disabilities. Yeah I’m a terrible person. If they must attack me and Mum Talks Autism, they must. Sure I pray and hope they don’t but if they do that says much more about them then it ever will about me.