and now, a word to my family
i have a suspicion that maybe some members of my family are reading this blog. if so, i'd like you to knock it off.
it's unethical for you to lurk here uninvited. it's equal to sneaking into my room and reading my diary, or recording me in therapy without my permission. and it's disingenuous for you to pretend to be surprised if i tell you something you've already read here.
there is no rationalization to be made for it. i'm not contemplating self-destruction or kidnapping someone else's child, so you wouldn't be reading this blog for my protection. you can rest assured i will tell you everything you need to know about me, and then some.
i could take other measures. i could password-protect the blog. i could move it somewhere else, or just shut it down. but i shouldn't have to do anything so drastic. this is my space, afterall. and the experience of writing here has been far more therapeutic for me than any actual therapy i've had. i know you love me and want me to be happy and to continue healing from the trauma of hans's death; you can help me by not reading this blog so i can continue to work out my inner feelings without feeling i have you looking over my shoulder.
most of all, i'd like you to be an adult about it and respect my (and justin's privacy). to continue to read it after this statement would constitute a gross violation of boundaries, and we've had enough trouble with boundaries in this family to last us a lifetime, haven't we? we don't need to continue the dysfunctional pattern here.
of course, it's entirely possible that i'm completely paranoid (and wouldn't that be ironic, because then i really could use an intervention), but if that's the case, then no one in my family is reading this message anyway, so it won't matter.
but if you are reading, please just stop.
it's unethical for you to lurk here uninvited. it's equal to sneaking into my room and reading my diary, or recording me in therapy without my permission. and it's disingenuous for you to pretend to be surprised if i tell you something you've already read here.
there is no rationalization to be made for it. i'm not contemplating self-destruction or kidnapping someone else's child, so you wouldn't be reading this blog for my protection. you can rest assured i will tell you everything you need to know about me, and then some.
i could take other measures. i could password-protect the blog. i could move it somewhere else, or just shut it down. but i shouldn't have to do anything so drastic. this is my space, afterall. and the experience of writing here has been far more therapeutic for me than any actual therapy i've had. i know you love me and want me to be happy and to continue healing from the trauma of hans's death; you can help me by not reading this blog so i can continue to work out my inner feelings without feeling i have you looking over my shoulder.
most of all, i'd like you to be an adult about it and respect my (and justin's privacy). to continue to read it after this statement would constitute a gross violation of boundaries, and we've had enough trouble with boundaries in this family to last us a lifetime, haven't we? we don't need to continue the dysfunctional pattern here.
of course, it's entirely possible that i'm completely paranoid (and wouldn't that be ironic, because then i really could use an intervention), but if that's the case, then no one in my family is reading this message anyway, so it won't matter.
but if you are reading, please just stop.
posted by laura at 5:23 PM
2 Comments:
That's the reason I don't put my real name or exact location on my blog. Sometimes family is too close... and I'm still burned from when my mom read my diary when I was eighteen. Took me this long to journal/blog again.
So a word to Laura's family: You taught her to be honest and respectful. Practice what you preach. Yes, I know this is public domain, but so are a lot of things. You have her Social Security number, right? Do you go looking up her wage and income statements? You can, you know, but you don't. How about her mail? You know where she lives, what's to stop you going through her box? You might get caught.
By the way, she's tracking this with an invisible hit counter. She knows.
I'm sorry. This would totally suck...I know since half of my town was apparently reading my blog without my knowledge, despite that I moved it!
So go away Laura's family!
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