Disclosure of Privacy

I’m back after a long hiatus. I’ve been trying to decide what direction to take these posts. I suppose I’m still trying to figure it out, so bear with me. Ultimately I love writing because it gives me a place to dump everything that’s swirling around in my head, a place to make space for all the new junk that seems to find its way in. But what I’ve been grappling with is the intersection of where my story stops and my kids’ begins. Hell, I’ve been fighting with that since the day they were born, Type 1 or no Type 1!

For so many years our family narrative has been one and the same. We are one. Or, we were one. In the past couple years they have been making it clear that they want a bit more privacy on certain matters, and each kid has varying degrees of how much and to whom they want their story shared. I want to, I need to, and I will respect this. It’s led to many conversations about how and where these gray areas fall, when many times we share parts in the same story. What’s my story to share, what’s theirs, and what constitutes gossip.

So I’m trying to be cognizant of how I approach the stories on this page. I may edit the content out of respect and privacy of my growing 11 and 14 year olds. I have always tried to be transparent here in the name of education and advocacy but I also know there may be certain situations that my children do not want exposed for all to see. Please know that for the particularly personal stories that include my children I will have received their permission to share.

Luckily my husband is a bit more open, and is usually willing for me to air all the gritty stuff.