Someone was unsettled by me oversharing on the blog yesterday.
And it got me thinking.
They wrote on HouseGoesHome’s Facebook page: “I’m sorry you have medical issues and I don’t question your personal choice not to have a hysterectomy. I question why you’d share this news on FB.”
I don’t know this woman. My blog must have popped into her feed when another Facebook friend commented on it.
I get the feeling she wasn’t comfortable with someone’s womb being discussed so publicly.
I was fascinated rather than upset by her words. I’m so accustomed to blogging about the intricacies of my life that I don’t often stop and think about how confronting it might be to strangers.
I replied to her: “I write a personal blog Kathy and I’ve found so many things aren’t spoken about in life. I think it helps people in similar situations to know they’re not alone.”
The words tumbled off my fingers without me considering them too much, but a day later I’m still pretty happy with them.
Late last night another message popped up, this time from someone I do know: “There is way too much information here. I hope whatever procedure you have works well. It is quite something that you have shared your reasons with the world. I hope that your health comes before anything, including not having s*x for six weeks #TMI.”
I hadn’t realised sex was a word that needed a “*” …
No, women don’t usually talk about that sort of ‘private’ stuff on Facebook.
But it’s why I do.
All too often, Facebook is fairy floss – lots of smiley photos that don’t reflect what’s really going on.
I read recently that said the sign of a good relationship is that it’s not on Facebook … meaning the people who fill their feed with updates on their perfect lives are often the ones who are struggling.
My blog tries to tell it like it is: the good, the bad, the up, the down, the ugly, the beautiful, the happiness and the heartbreak …
I do keep some secrets. Usually to protect people I love.
You might find it hard to believe, but there’s a whole other part of my life that never makes it into print.
Sometimes I wish I could blog those bits too, because I reckon they might help others going through similiar good/bad stuff.
We keep so many things bottled up inside us.
We worry that there’s something “wrong” or “weird” about the way we’re feeling or acting.
But the more I open up, and the more people open up to me, I realise we’re all pretty much the same.
Trying the best we can.
Screwing it up sometimes.
Searching for meaning.
Wanting to be loved.
Pretending everything’s OK when it’s not.
Wishing they could talk about it, but feeling too scared …
So I’m going to keep it real, open and honest at HouseGoesHome. If that bothers you, don’t click.
Song of the day: Fleetwood Mac “Little lies”