maybe I should just not be around people

So last night I brought my autobiographical piece "the house" to my writing group, and the group leader got so upset at the thought that I might be worried about hurting someone the way I was hurt got her so upset she stopped my reading, and we went on to someone else's work. So I came home in a cloud of self-hate, which wasn't helped by my sister in law reminding me this is now twice in a fairly short time I've hurt this person.

Right now I'm seriously considering not going back to the group, or having any interaction with humans at all, since I'm clearly not capable or doing so without hurting people