Criticism with a Cherry on Top
As I celebrate this blog's third anniversary, I contemplate my approach to disability and wonder if there's a special place in Hell for drive-by anonymous posters who haven't anything nice to say. Three years ago this month I pulled my weblog out of "I posted a picture today and edited a perl script" purgatory and posted it on Blogger as a form of therapy. I wanted to force myself to learn how to write about my disabilities without feeling sorry for myself or making people uncomfortable. It was a rough first year, but I made my goal by year's end. By the time I found my voice, Blogger found me and catapulted my little blog into A Lister-like status for a few weeks when they featured me on their Blogs of Note page. Suddenly, more people than my mother and mother-in-law were reading what I wrote. It was a rocket ride, thrilling and heady. One big problem from being noticed, however, was the drive-by anonymous commenters. They loved to fling their poo at me the...