I’m confused about the privacy issue when it comes to blogging.
I have friends who post their names, their kiddos’ names, their hometowns, their jobs and pictures of all of the above.
Then I have friends who use their blogs as family newsletters, essentially, detailing all sorts of things that happen with their family.
Then I have friends who use pseudonyms for themselves and their children. I am a blend of this; my name really is Rachel and my husband really is Keith. But I don’t use our son’s name. He’s Little Man.
I have friends who aren’t anonymous and post their blogs on Facebook for the world to see.
It seems, though, that frequently in the world of adoption, blogs are mostly private; families don’t know about the blogs and names aren’t frequently used. Now that’s not the case in all adoption blogs, of course. But it is the trend.
And I wonder why.
I’m not worried that Little Man’s first mother will find this blog. If she does, I would welcome that, actually, since we are in a closed adoption. I feel like she would get to see him grow up and experience his life vicariously through this.
And I know some people are all about anonymity because there are evil people in this world that could do them harm. But I’m not going to post my address or anything… would it really hurt to give my son’s name? I don’t know…
I mean, I know why I don’t share my blog with everyone in my life. I like the limited anonymity that I have. I write about people and events that I don’t necessarily want them to know about. I finally told my mom about two months ago about this blog. I haven’t regretted that decision, though.
I’m writing about this because I’m thinking about coming out of the blog closet. I do have a number of real life friends that read this. I’m letting more and more people know about it. But I wonder if I will find myself limiting what I write about – limiting my honesty – if there’s a chance “he” or “she” (whoever they may be that day) will read my thoughts and feelings about them. For instance, I have a whole post about MOPS that I would love to write… but I know I will hurt people’s feelings. Because I’m not as anonymous as I used to be. Even writing those last two sentences are causing my stomach to twist… and I don’t want to be that kind of writer. I want to be honest. And real. Because life is messy.
But where’s the line? I can’t decide…