So apparently people are "afraid of me".
I might tell them uncomfortable truths, and that terrifies them to their very bones.
Never mind that people like them regularly kill people like me (and get away with it) (and write themselves as the victims of their own crimes). Never mind that people like them abuse people like me (and get away with it). Never mind that a person like them knifed me int he arm when I was 19 (and got away with it). Never mind that people like me are viewed as burdens and tragedies that happen to our families. Never mind that people like me are at astonishingly high risk of poverty, homelessness, and violence, and that the prejudice of people like them keeps it that way.
Never mind that my life literally is at risk every time I speak out, and frequently when I don't, because people like them allow being like me to be a capital crime. They don't care to see that this will hurt their children, so long as they get the martyr points now.
They're afraid I might not be nice to them.
I cannot even imagine living a life where getting snarked at by a teensy disabled blogger even pings my fear-dar. Cannot. Imagine. I am too busy dealing with the death threats (from people like them) and attending vigils for people like me (who were killed by people like them) to even wrap my head around it.
They're afraid I'll be sarcastic at them. I'm afraid they'll kill me. So why is only their fear seen as valid?