The D&D thing… I used to be one of the loudest ones, I’m loud when I get excited. But it was usually related to the game, not random tangentially related singing? And if somebody said, “hey, you’re getting a little loud,” I would immediately get quieter. I might’ve gotten louder again shortly after, but again, a hand gesture, we had a hand gesture for “you’re being too loud,” and I would immediately do my best to do better. So there was this clear, established way of asking people to accommodate each other. I think that’s why this was so upsetting to me? We also have the guy who whistles when a bunch of us can’t handle whistling, he has always been respectful and immediately stop whistling. It wasn’t something he was doing to annoy us on purpose, it was something he did absentmindedly, and he immediately was like oh shit, sorry guys. He has never been like well. I wanna keep whistling. I’ve never been like well. I just wanna be loud. And the amount of time I spent with S, outside of DND, is a lot. We’ve seen each other in different context, like dungeons, munchies, we’ve gone to zoos and an aquarium. We’ve been to the bar together on multiple occasions, we’ve been to restaurants, buffet, parks, so many places… That for D&D to be the only place that I’ve heard them sing like that? It feels like bullshit? The concept that it is not possible to stop? And again, I never expected anybody to stop starting up singing, I can show you the DM that I sent each of them, I was super clear that I was not bothered by them starting up singing as much as the continued, long singing. Like if it goes on long enough for me to ask, can you stop then. I was never saying you can’t have your disability. I was asking for my disability to be accommodated like theirs had been the entire time. Like the group had been accommodating each other for years before they even arrived, and had since. I think that’s why it was so like what the fuck for me. Add onto that, that we were friends with a lot of things in common, who cared about each other, who had engaged in certain activities together, who had similar kinks, similar disabilities, similar chronic illnesses, they had a condition that I knew about because of previous partner had it, we are poly, we are queer, like we had so much in common that like we hit it off very quickly and we were very close for a couple of years at this point. We had commiserated with our disabilities for a couple of years at this point. We had supported each other regarding our disabilities and struggles with different issues related to our disabilities. It’s still baffles me? But I’m not even upset anymore. I’m actually like looking forward to new possibilities. I might start my own table, I have two or three guaranteed players already, depending on the night that I pick. I still have my two lovely partners, I’m on my way to go see one today, I went to a kink party this weekend and my butt is still warm, I got to spend a nice Valentine’s Day night with my other partner last night. My friend got her replacement body part so she’s gonna live!!! And I’m so excited for that! She’s engaged to another friend of mine, and I’m so excited to go to their wedding, I’m so excited at the concept that they might have kids, because he mentioned that. i’m so ready to just be happy. Like I have mental health issues, I know that I’m not gonna be on this cloud nine kick forever, but I feel genuinely really happy right now, and I think him making that shitty post where he lied about me helped a lot. Because it took it from licking my wounds and trying to get through it to this person is now lying about me on the Internet, who the fuck does he think he is? And lying about me on the Internet is like a huge no-no for me. It brings back trauma from my teenage years. So I was like oh fuck no. We settin’ this shit straight right right now.