I Am Still Afraid
I wrote a story about how when I first joined Medium.com, I was hesitant to publish using my real name for various reasons:
I am no longer hiding behind an image of an avatar and a pen name, but I am still afraid. I have publisized my blog on Facebook and told various friends and relatives about it. I’m starting to think no one reads anything. None of the fallout or judgment I feared would come from people has materialized.
My 84 year old mother is very interested in my “stories”. She likes when I send her a link to one on my website which she thinks is cool. She doesn’t quite grasp that she can access hundreds of stories once she’s on my website. I enjoy “curating” the stories for her as I know what kinds she will like. I also know she would get upset if she read something like this:
The One 1 Night Stand
I was in Amsterdam for two days at the end of a Rhine River Cruise. I got a few things out of my system as opposed to…
This was written as a response to a prompt calling for 400 words on the theme of willfully ignoring red flags.
I don’t want Mom to worry.
I also don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or offend anyone. I have said some less than flattering things about men I have dated, as well as pointed out some ugly truths about the entire experience:
I know I can be unkind and not 100% honest sometimes. Honesty can also be brutal. There are a few morsels about my cousin in this story that I think might offend her:
My sons are 19 and 21. They are adults, but will always be kids to me. I suppose I was afraid they might get a real glimpse of what their mother is really like in stories like this:
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
The summer of 2017 turned out nothing like I expected or planned as much of our lives come to be. There had been so…
The story includes a few, minor salacious details, but nothing earth shattering. It was during that summer vacation of 2017 that I also was worried about certain boyfriends learning that they were not my first sex partner following major surgery.
There are a few other dating details throughout my stories that are probably better left unread by the subjects.
I’m pretty sure my husband would take offense at my characterization of him in these stories:
My Sons Pushed my Wheelchair
This story is as much a marital drama as a tale about how sometimes we don’t realize we have to face reality, and how…
If anyone in my circle is reading what I write, there could be fallout or backlash. I might be embarrassed by some of it. My family might,too. In just over a year of publishing online, I have yet to see any repercussions.
I write to amuse, entertain, inform and inspire others. I put as much truth and courage as possible into my work. I will bravely carry on, hope to be read by people who need to read what I write, and hope for the best.
Thank you for reading ;)