When Men Paint You as Hysterical
When you’re response to my feeling of being condescended to is, “your reaction is your reaction, your choice to respond that way is on you”, you are being condescending.
When you engage a female witness, subordinate to you, to engage in your monologue, you are gaslighting me and her.
When you don’t allow that witness to speak you elevate your distortion, asking us to choose between validation or disengagement.
When disengagement is a carrot dangled on the other end of toxicity, emotions are appropriate.
When logic can’t sway you, emotions are dismissed, and points against your point usurped, and then you ask me if I have concerns, the answer has to be no.
Every. Single. Time.
But yes, my reaction is my reaction, and my choice to voice that or not is a choice.
Thank you for that forced teachable moment.
I love when you ambush me.
And I love when I can hear you smile at me through the phone.
Smiling violently as I count down from ten.