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Grumpy on Saturday Night

I’m feeling kind of grumpy right now. There’s hate floating around the blogosphere again and, once again, I’m feeling affected. It’s not just me. It’s everyone as of late.

ThanksgivingMom was accused of not being real. Now, to be fair, as I commented on her post, anyone who chooses a level of anonymity on the web gets accused of it once or twice. Even those of use who have used real names, real locations and shared phone numbers have been called into question once or twice. This, of course, falls back on those who have chosen to create fake indentities in the past. It serves no good.  None. It ends up hurting those of us who are real. It’s just a bad, bad idea.

A post on BlogHer is talking about some blog-type drama of which I am not familiar. I don’t know the back story and I don’t really need to know the back story. All I know is that, in the process, my feelings got hurt. Because this blog is not actively accepting comments right now, I’m not “participating in the community” and therefore shouldn’t be calling myself a part of any kind of blogging community.

That’s easy to say if your whoe family and way of life hasn’t been attacked. Needlessly. Without provocation.

I know my specific case wasn’t mentioned or attacked. But it’s hard. I made this choice to continue on my healing journey. And, you know what? I am continuing forward right now. And it feels good. My good days are starting to out number the bad once again and I’m starting to keep my head above water on a regular basis.

And so, you can heckle me for “not participating.” But when I do “participate,” I’m heckled not just for my opinions, which would be fine, but for the way that I live my life. Until this world becomes more accepting of birth mothers and especially those who are in relationships with their children either via reunion or open adoption AND those who are pushing for reform, well, I’m going to continue to pick and choose what is and is not allowed in a space that I pay for. It’s really that simple.