You did it again, Michael. Opened your mouth about something private in a person’s life and then publicized not only what may have been said in confidence, but also identified them by name. All over the ‘Net for any Tom, Dick or Harry to “get into” their business, which they probably never would have shared with you, had they known what a “big mouth” you can be sometimes.
You can’t be this open. “dumb kopf.” Just because you suffer from bouts of anxiety, depression, PTSD,. hearing loss, and you talk about sexual abuse, traumatic brain injury and obsessive compulsiveness, doesn’t mean that everyone feels as free to discuss it. Many, including your Self at one time, viewed many a “weakness” as a “stigma,” something you never brought out in polite company.
Hell. You never mentioned it in impolite company, either, now that it’s brought up!
But, we all walk at a different pace, we tread softly on foreign land, getting a feel on how to adapt to new and more open life situations. “Hi, my name’s Michael, and I suffer from nightmares about choosing which injured person over another I should save while at war. My interests include swimming, music and occasional shock treatments.”
No, none of this happened, and you know it, but you can’t expect people to wear frailties on their sleeves. Particularly, when they may need to be discreet to protect their interests or the interest of a family member. They might work at a job that frowns on certain behavior that may be triggered by a relapse.
Do you tell everyone you meet you’re an alcoholic? What about a recovering drug addict?
Yet, in essence, that’s what you did by publishing the person’s mild affliction with no more permission than the Buddha’s father gave him to leave his wife and princely throne to seek alms and Enlightenment. You assumed you were practicing “Right Speech.” when it may have actually been wrong.
But just like the Buddha’s parent, maybe the one you hurt can forgive you and accept this mea culpa.