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. In most
cases.