I didn't vote. I won't even disrespect you by dressing that up with a flowery, quirky intro. There is no intro flowery enough to mask the stench of those words. I did not vote. I don't even want to go into the reasons, evey reason sounds like the dog ate my voting slip. I will admit one thing - I mistook my Facebook feed for a cross section of society. I forgot that even when you pride yourself on being open to everyone and embracing diversity - like attracts like.
I have always voted. I remember my first opportunity to do so as an idealistic university student, eager to help create change. I've let her down. I've read a lot of anger today, a lot of sadness and many others asking for less shaming, less blaming. I've seen and heard, we're all friends - let's not call each other out. I agree we should have respect for each other but we don't have to respect each others opinions. Please show your children that you are empassioned; that you believe in something, that you believe in yourself. Celebrate or commiserate with abandon, let them hear your truth, so that in time they might find their own.
I don't have an opinion on today's results. I don't have a right to an opinion because I made myself voiceless. I have spent the last six months writing about accepting myself but I can't accept my inaction. For me this date will never be Independence Day or the day that Britain ceased to be Great, it will always be the day I truly understood shame.
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