I did, though terribly inadequately, with a sympathetic email beginning:
"That was quite a lengthy read (and in the middle of it I had to go feed lunch to the little people, which is why there's been a delay).
In a strange way, you've lucked out in sharing your story with me, because like the song, my give a damn's busted. I don't mean that in any unkind way: it's not meant as "you're horrible, I don't care about you." It's just that in a fundamental way, I don't mind making room for unusual realities, or for unusual confabulations, or for necessary fictions; people should, I think, have space to reinvent themselves as needed, and it's nobody's damn business as long as it's hurting no one."
At the time, of course, I had no idea what was going on with the DAYDians, or of the full extent of what had gone on with Abbey.
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"That was quite a lengthy read (and in the middle of it I had to go feed lunch to the little people, which is why there's been a delay).
In a strange way, you've lucked out in sharing your story with me, because like the song, my give a damn's busted. I don't mean that in any unkind way: it's not meant as "you're horrible, I don't care about you." It's just that in a fundamental way, I don't mind making room for unusual realities, or for unusual confabulations, or for necessary fictions; people should, I think, have space to reinvent themselves as needed, and it's nobody's damn business as long as it's hurting no one."
At the time, of course, I had no idea what was going on with the DAYDians, or of the full extent of what had gone on with Abbey.