The end of anonymity
In the beginning, there was Anonmomous.
Then it was simply Jennifer. But there were slip-ups.
The PublicLiterature.Org stories with my full name.
The e-mails I sent to others from my personal gmail
account. The few blogging awards that went to
Jennifer Fullname instead of to just Jennifer.
My father found the blog. I accidentally sent an
e-mail to my ex-husband from the writing to survive
account and I'm pretty sure he's been here. I have a
sneaking suspicion that my brother-in-law has visited
at least once. A friend from elementary school found
me here. For a while the first hit on a Google search
of my name (yeah, I google my own name. I'm not the
only one, right?) was the blog, for reasons that are
somewhat mysterious. Until today, the two weren't
directly connected.
It's one thing to write to complete strangers. It's
quite another to realize that people who may be a
part of my story are reading. Or that casual friends
might come upon this and find out more than they ever
wanted to know about me. But as I kept on leaving the
door ajar, I realized that I want to be open, needed
it. What's there to hide? Just me.
So.
Here I am.
Jennifer Trinkle.
All other names have been changed
to protect the innocent.