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My mother reads my journal. She knows my pseudonym, I told her years ago. Apparently, she has taken that as permission to complain viciously about what's in my journal, even though she and others are not mentioned by name.
Well, guess what?? I'm almost 42. I don't need anyone's permission to rant about my family in my own journal.
I have taken pains to protect the privacy of people I discuss:
1) I only name people by role or initial. The exception is if the person is *dead*
2) Even when I mention people, I don't give last names.
3) This journal is posted under a pseudonym, to further protect the privacy of myself, my friends, and my family.
4) I don't even mention where I work, to protect privacy there, too.
I don't mind if friends and relatives want to read my journal to know what's going on with my life. It's something I can steal a few minutes out of my schedule to write, and point people to who may care. But they don't tell me what I can write.
I write in this journal to try to develop a habit of writing, and my own "voice". This means I will rant, expound, kvetch, wonder, or wax sarcastic.
If you think that my writings about my family and friends can somehow be used as a club to whack me or them with, think again - for one, I may actually be no relation. I have a couple near doubles out there, with very similar lives.
If you think that you can tell me what to write about or not write about, you are cordially invited to run onto the nearest freeway and engage in intimate relations with the biggest semi truck you can find, without lube.
Well, guess what?? I'm almost 42. I don't need anyone's permission to rant about my family in my own journal.
I have taken pains to protect the privacy of people I discuss:
1) I only name people by role or initial. The exception is if the person is *dead*
2) Even when I mention people, I don't give last names.
3) This journal is posted under a pseudonym, to further protect the privacy of myself, my friends, and my family.
4) I don't even mention where I work, to protect privacy there, too.
I don't mind if friends and relatives want to read my journal to know what's going on with my life. It's something I can steal a few minutes out of my schedule to write, and point people to who may care. But they don't tell me what I can write.
I write in this journal to try to develop a habit of writing, and my own "voice". This means I will rant, expound, kvetch, wonder, or wax sarcastic.
If you think that my writings about my family and friends can somehow be used as a club to whack me or them with, think again - for one, I may actually be no relation. I have a couple near doubles out there, with very similar lives.
If you think that you can tell me what to write about or not write about, you are cordially invited to run onto the nearest freeway and engage in intimate relations with the biggest semi truck you can find, without lube.
