I just wanted to send you an email to let you know how much I enjoy your blog. I came across one of your articles the other night and was hooked. I also deal with a physical disability and dating has been a thorn in my side I haven’t wanted to deal with for the past 3 years. I’ve immersed myself in other things like my work and family that I have lost focus on the things I want in my life. I do miss having that special guy to share my life with.
You have inspired me to start up my own blog and share my experiences with the masses. I’ve been in some type of denial over the past decade regarding my limitations. But what I have learned is that I am a lot stronger than I thought I was. I’ve been down that road of self-pity and self-consciousness. I’ve come to realize that we all have our hurdles in life, it depends on how we deal with each one.
Thank you for being a voice for people with disabilities,
And then this message followed shortly thereafter:
I think you’re very brave writing like you do.
Is it weird I’ve never felt like this was something so brave I was doing? Don’t get me wrong, I love all the notes of love and support I receive from you lovely readers (people writing to me is still something I’m shocked at, no matter how many times it happens), but it never even dawned on me to be anything but honest – usually brutally so. I’m honest with people in real life (well, I try to be at least). I’m honest with myself. So is honesty something I should ever hide? I don’t think I’ll ever stop being honest.
I’ve read that some bloggers worry that wearing their hearts – and words – on their sleeve will someday backfire and hurt their love life. Well, OK, first that line of thinking is assuming one (i.e., me) has any sort of a love life to speak of – which, as you all painfully know, I don’t. So I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry about hurting something I don’t even have in the first place. Yet, anyway.
Second, maybe in the end, it will hurt more if I keep quiet. Yeah, that whole quiet thing. I’ve never been good at that – no, boys, not in thatway. So I’m going to continue to be honest, consequences be damned. No one will ever be able to say I wasn’t real. And being fake is, surprisingly, becoming one of my biggest fears. I’ve seen too many people try to be someone or something they’re not. And you know what? They just look miserable. You can tell putting up that huge facade is just draining them. I, my friends, will never be drained. You can count on that one.
What about in your own writing and blogging? Do you ever feel the need to pull back a bit on the honesty? Do you ever censor yourself?