When I started blogging back in August of 2003, I made the decision to do so under complete anonymity. I showed no photos of myself, I changed the names of everyone I mentioned, I did my best to hide my general location, and I did not use my real name to sign up for services anywhere. Googling my real name came up with little more than a wedding announcement.
(photo credit: the Palinode)
If photos like the one above from 2007 found their way online, they would send me into a panicked sweat. I worried that my employer and co-workers would find out about my online life. I worried that people from my past and my family would know. I worried that any connection between my online and offline lives would result in some kind of social and professional excommunication. I was an intensely private person suffering a heavy amount of personal shame who was slowly unfolding, following a path I couldn't not
take, and the nakedness of being all of who I was out loud was nothing short of terrifying.
I have spent the last couple of years slowly coming out about my identity
both online and in my real life. I've slipped my real name and location into the online spaces I inhabit, I've created a professional website
using my own name, and I've gone so far as to include my online experience in my offline resume, but it wasn't until this last week that the final nail was hammered into my anonymity's coffin.
My parents watched my CBC television news segment
this past week, and now the last stronghold of my anonymity has been breached.
My parents now know that I am a blogger.
(There's a doodle of me nude after the jump, which is why there's a jump, so click on the link below if you can handle nude doodles.)