I read this phrase on a article and it had plenty of thing I disagreed on, but that one on particular got me on the mood so you are all suffering my rambling now.
You shouldn’t be learning from fanfiction. Yes, fiction can teach us a lot of things. Yes, fiction can affect how he view the world, other people and maybe even ourselves, and yes, fiction can be a learning experience, but this is the thing: it shouldn’t be the only one. And if it is, then that is a bad thing because we are not teachers, we are not your conselor, we are not experts on mental health, we didn’t not set up for educating anyone on anything.
The article argues that every adult has a responsability towards younger people and, to a point, I agree. But that responsability doesn’t translate into contextualizing everything I do into a framing where I am constantly “mmm, does the young people who I am not targeting this to, but will probably read it anyway, because that is what teens do, will get out of this with a idea of how healthy relationships look like? Does my little fanfic that is probably not going to get more than three reviews and 50 hits is likely to make the worst a better or worst place?” because that is not escapism for me. That sound like work. And if that is my work now, I want a raise because this work sucks with people constantly assuming if I don’t treat it that way then it has no value, then it shouldn’t exist, that I am personally falling at some kind of duty when I am not doing that, that is my fault when bad things happens.
But that has value to me. I wanted to do it so I did it. I planned, I write it, I edited it, I shared it. I loved that idea hard enough so throw it out there so maybe someone else can yell same hat at me because they also loved it. It’s important to me to share it so I get validation for it, exactly the same as anyone who ever publish anything on the internet.
I am sorry if that happened to be some kind of teaching moment for you. I am sorry nobody before or after told you how full of bullshit my fanfic is. I am sorry that nobody sat down with you and told you this just a story some weirdo wrote on the internet, one from which you shouldn’t take moral lesson of because that weirdo wasn’t thinking about you, about anyone like you, so he didn’t prepared anything worthy for your education on what was right and what is wrong. I am sorry that nobody was there for you to teach you we are all full of shit, to give you sources on how nothing we write about works, about how this, if it was reality, it would be a horrible one. I am sorry we were all you got.
But I am not sorry for putting out there and publishing it. I am not sorry for the people who I met because I did that. I am not sorry because I can talk to those people more freely that I would ever do if I thought you were around, because, believe it or not, I do not want you to be hurt. I just want to escape into my bullshit, because I have no other place to go do it, becuase I need it for my own sanity, and I want to invite you into not looking it if it causes you distress, not looking on this side in general if you are searching into someone to teach you about relationships, love and how the world works.
But if you must look, becuase you have no other place to look to, then I am sorry, but that is not my responsability anymore.