I disclose things to people when I feel safe with them and trust them. I feel uncomfortable when they take license to disseminate what I trusted them with in private.
Abuse also gets my panties in a wad.
I also hate people that assign what they are assuming are my intentions based on a simple question. For example if I ask a question such as, “Is the tradition of saying “Please” and “Thank You” outdated manners or still relevant in this day and age? ” I would ask that quesiton without thinking I am telling people the answer. I would be seeking what they think. I would consider the answerers opinions. I would weigh if the younger responders felt different than older ones, and consider if past traditions are changing. I might not be pursuing an agenda to force anyone to keep or abandon a tradition, simply asking what they think.
If I get publicly ass raped by an angry frothing mouthed psychopath that says I am telling him what to say, I get kind of scared of him. He could simply answer “No, I don’t think manners are as relevant as free speech.” The end. But instead, he may rip me apart assuming I am insisting he use the words please and thank you, ordering him what to say, bossing him around, when I was just asking a hypothetical question.
I am a little sensitive to verbal and emotional (and physical) abuse and do not wish to experience it anymore. I’m afraid the blood on the walls could be real and I have had my blood on a wall before. I wonder if it might occur to that person he is also restricting my ability to say what I want, but apparently that doesn’t matter. He can scare the shit out of me so I’m afraid to ask anything else that is about Language or Ethics from here on out, and thus is actually being the one restricting what I can say and telling me what I can say. Hmmm. That, my friend, is hypocrisy wrapped in rage.