And so the conversation turned.
If you are singing “Fascination” right now, you’re welcome. And if you weren’t until I said as much you’re doubly welcome.
Being chronically ill and disabled, the majority of my conversations are written. They take place online and generally they allow for more time between responses than verbal conversation. But conversations do go on, whether or not you’re participating in them, and they do come to a natural end.
This is why my friends and I have an unwritten rule of email that you respond whenever you are able and that the conversation goes on hold in between responses. It’s less a rule of conversation and more an understanding of each other’s lives and needs. And it’s freeing and so wonderful.
What frustrates me is when illness forces me to leave a conversation. Often by the time I’m able to get back to it, it has run it’s course and is over. It would be silly, sometimes even rude, to step in and try to begin it again. I’m not talking about casual conversations about, say, breakfast and cat memes. I’m talking about political discussions, issues of social justice, things that, to me, are Important with a capital I.
Sometimes I solve this problem by not entering the discussion at all, but, let’s be honest, not talking and not discussing Important issues is not a thing I’m truly capable of doing. Sometimes instead of discussing the issue I take it to my blog and write what I feel. It’s great, don’t get me wrong, I love blogging, but it loses the give-and-take and exchange of ideas you can get from a discussion. So most times I just plain try. I gamble that I’ll be well for as long as the conversation lasts and I jump in. Sometimes I fail but sometimes I succeed and those times are great.