Privacy Problems

I stopped hiding things from my parents just in time to start hiding them from my children. Unfortunately, children are snoopy, sneaky little creatures, who don’t listen to a word I say. This means that a child found my blog, my twitter, and my hidden secrets.

Instead of listening when I explained very patiently and repeatedly that my writing wasn’t suitable for children, wasn’t meant for their eyes, and was anonymous for a reason, this child shared her discovery with an adult who didn’t have anything to do with what I write, me, or my life- but who is involved in the child’s life, and therefore takes an interest in the people who are also involved- which includes reading a blog that upset a child.

I could go on and on about respect and privacy and snooping, but in the end, the results are the same: an adult who knows me peripherally took away my freedom to be myself in a place I took precautions to feel safe in. The hidden camera in my house had been patched in to a CNN newsfeed, if you will.

The simple fact is this: my blog will never be my safe place again. It’s stopped being an anonymous landing zone for all of the crazy that is my life, and has now become fodder for a person who only knows me by association to use as judgement.

As much as I have an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about most things, I do give a fuck about the effects my words and actions have on the children in my life. This was my entire reason for never posting personal details or pictures of the children or myself in the first place. The was the reason I hid it from them, didn’t use names, and kept my mouth shut about what I wrote.

It was also the reason the people in my real life were never given the address or invited to be a part of my inner sanctum- I could be completely honest if I were completely anonymous.

For now, all of my past posts have been made private. There may come a time when I return in some form to blogging, but it won’t be here, the place where my soul was laid bare, exposed to the masses, and made available to those in a position to use my honesty against me.

If you follow me on twitter, Facebook, Bloglovin, LinkedIn, or Google+ expect that I’ll be changing those outlets too, probably within the next day or so.

It’s been one helluva run, and I’ve made some pretty awesome connections that I hope will continue to be a part of my writing life in some form, but this blog’s shelf life has come to an end.

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10 thoughts on “Privacy Problems

  1. Wow, I’m sad!! How on earth did they find you? I still want to use your N for the A-Z woven press. Can I do that?

    Sent from my iPad

  2. This made me sad. You were the first blogger I ever reached out to when I started DeBeLit. Your posts have made me laugh, nod emphatically, and encouraged me to reach out into a larger blogging community. I hope that you do restart your blog and post an update here so that we can follow you again. I’m seconding Amy above, I will follow you forever. Because your lunacy is totally awesome.

  3. *insert grumpy cat face here*
    I’m sorry for what you’re going through. You are such an inspiration and I cannot wait for you to start up again.

  4. Aww, that sucks =(
    Just in case you don’t get back to it (and I really hope you do because I fricken love your stuff, it makes me LAUGH so much!) then THANKS. I found your blog when I was having a miserable evening and couldn’t sleep and it had already hit 4AM and it gave me a much needed dose of giggles. I’ve been following ever since, and you’ve become a firm favourite of mine. So thankyou for writing wonderful things! I really hope you aren’t over for good!

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