I really don’t get it.
Jim isn’t physically disabled. He’s mentally disabled. His being mentally disabled is nothinglike your being deaf. The two phenomena aren’t even remotely connected.
It sounds like you’re trying to say that I should only tell stories about people who are like me.
That’s just weird?
I don’t get that even a little bit.
I didn’t even pretend to try to tell Jim’s life story. I told a story that illustrated a point about power imbalance.
I should hold the story back because Jim is different from me?
In my latest fiction piece, I’m telling stories about all sorts of people. Not one of them is more than remotely like me. Different genders, national origin, sexual orientations, ages.
If we writers were forced to only write about people just like us, our writing would be stifled to the point of being snuffed.
I really don’t at all get what you’re trying to tell me.
I knew Jim. Jim was a friend of mine. If I want to tell a story about my friend, I will. I’m a story teller. It’s what I do.
What could possibly be wrong with that?