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I'm really not that bad...I am me

My first avatar for this blog 11/4/16
Yes, this is me. The Avatar lady with resting bitch face. Don't blame me. That one isn't mine!
I'm not really that horrible. I am hurt and angry.
I am tired of people tearing me apart because they don't agree with my Christian Worldview and my autism.
Why do I keep allowing commenting?
Aren't I supposed to "believe the best"?
Well, the assholes keep creeping in, despite civil warnings, so I am here now and I can say, after 6 years of blogging, there will never, ever be any commenting allowed here.
Not ever.
For me, commenting isn't healthy. It is another door Satan uses to try and tear me down.
I am autistic, so communication is already a problem. My badly damaged sensory filters add to the hyper-sensitivity.
Though I long to engage, I know the payoff, at least online, isn't worth it.
I began my blogging journey here and I have come home to roost.
I hope you will find what's written here to be helpful. If not, there are other blogs in the blogosphere.
I have switched from identity to anonymity, the reverse of what other bloggers do. But I am not others. I am me.
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