In my last Sinful Sunday post I mentioned that my mom knows about my blog. Some of my readers have commented that it is so cool that she knows, which had me realize that I have to nuance this just a bit.
You see, my mom knows about my blog, but she does not have the URL to it. She also knows I write and that I have been published, and she is incredibly proud of it. She even told a colleague that I write erotica. Now how cool is that? But, just like she doesn’t know the URL to my blog, she will never hear my pseudonym coming from my mouth.
My mom is not the only one who knows about my blog. My kids know it too. I have told them. One of my cousins – the only one I have close contact with – knows it too. They all also know I write and that I have been published. But, just like with my mom, I won’t ever give them more information than that. If my mom, my kids or my cousin stumble across my blog and they recognize me, so be it. In my opinion, if they go out and search for it, they want to know more about it and they want to read it. I have told all of them that I cannot prevent them from searching for it, but that if they find and read it, I do not want to be judged, because that is just who I am. My blog or my writing do not change the person I am.
Why the openness towards my mom and kids? Because I am a person who finds it difficult to keep the things I do and am excited about to myself. I knew that if I keep every little detail from them, one day I might slip up and mention my sex blog and they all will be shocked. So I told them about the sex blog but kept the URL or name of my blog to myself. They know I write erotica and have been published, but I will never tell them under what name I write. Being open to them to a certain extent just makes life a lot easier than keeping everything from them. I told them as much as I feel comfortable with and just enough so I know I won’t slip up and accidentally tell them more.
Openness is one of my personality traits, but at the same time it’s one of my pitfalls, as I sometimes tell the wrong people just a bit too much.
But at least I can be rather open to my mom and kids, and they accept me for who I am.
© Rebel’s Notes
This post links in with the A-Z Blogging Challenge
O = Openness