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So I’ve been blogging for almost 5 years now. I started out way back in my Xanga days. It’s something I’ve always done for me, and always felt good about. I didn’t, until just recently, care about the blogosphere, or making friends or networking. Blogging has always been a way for me to indulge the writer in me, as well as being able to get things off my chest in the perfect forum. I don’t think could have ever predicted accurately the drama my blogging would cause.
Let’s look back.
I used to work in an OB/GYN office near my house. I worked there for over a year, and loved it. I left, not because I didn’t want to work there any more, but because I was intensely interested in furthering my career and my knowledge of obstetric ultrasound. A position had opened up in a high risk clinic, and I applied for it. When I got the position, I was truly sad to be leaving my friends and co-workers. Several months after I left, I logged into my Xanga and noticed I had several THOUSAND page views that day. The very same day, one of my ex-co-workers called me and said there was some bad Juju going on at the office. Evidently, someone had googled either me, or the clinic that I worked in, and found my blog (which was google indexed.) This person hadn’t been able to keep their mouth shut, and gave the blog address to everyone else in the clinic. So, instead of working for several days, all of the employees of this clinic spent hours trolling my blog, reading my private inner thoughts, and attempting to find something wrong with what I had done. At that time, I had written a few blog entries similar to the “Ultrasound Resonates” posts that I write now, with names changed and privacy protected just like always. I also had written several stories about incidents that had gone on in the clinic, ALL of which showed the clinic in a great light.
My co-worker told me that someone had given my blog to the manger of the office, and that there was going to be a big uproar over it, and I was in big trouble. Interestingly, I never heard anything about it from anyone else, so it was all a much ado about nothing. However, some people got all high and mighty and important, and decided to stick their business in my own. (Yes, I know you did this. Yes, I think it was shallow, petty and rude. Yes, I continued to write in spite of it.)
Moving on.
From my OB clinic, I moved on to bigger and better things. I started working at a high risk obstetrics clinic, and I absolutely loved it. I also became pregnant within two weeks of starting at the clinic, so my time enjoyed there was overshadowed by my impending child. First, let me say that I was told on no uncertain terms that none of my co-workers were happy about my pregnancy, having suffered infertility problems themselves, and that they wouldn’t be interested in hearing about my gravidity, so I should keep my mouth shut. Being young, pregnant and quite excited about it, that was handed over as a slap in the face. So I attempted to keep my mouth shut, my head down, and just work. Despite my best intentions, and against my desire to keep working there, I left the clinic when Ronan was born. I had wanted to continue in the high risk field, but was not offered a part-time position, and couldn’t fathom putting my son in daycare from such a tender young age. This evidently caused some ruffled feathers with my co-workers, who were insulted by the fact that I didn’t return, and believed that I had mislead them into thinking that I would be coming back. I had thought I had created valuable, lasting friendships with the woman that I was surrounded by, but after finding out how sore they were over my leaving, I couldn’t bring myself to go back and confront them, lest they snub me to my face.
Several weeks ago, I was informed by a remaining friend at the office that the ladies there were still reading my blog (even though it has been over a year since my employ.) I was told that my blog was passed around, read, and then degraded and insulted. My parenting efforts were poo-pooed, and my character questioned, all without having the ability to defend myself. As far as I know, this practice continues: grown women read my public blog and deride me in order to make them feel better about themselves. (Yes, I know you do this. Yes, I think it’s shallow, petty and rude. Yes, I continue to write in spite of it. But I think you need to grow up, and find something else to entertain you.)
Again, moving on.
I found a position in a hospital where I could work weekends, so I could be home with my son all week. Then, my husband would be with Ronan on the weekends, and the need for childcare had been eliminated. Not only did we not WANT to leave our son in daycare, we couldn’t afford it; this allowed me to work without the extensive costs of having my son cared for. I have worked at this hospital for nearly a year, and was told several months ago that someone had anonymously turned in my blog, pointing out that it’s against hospital policy to state that you work there, what you do, or talk about your position in general. This alone didn’t bother me; I didn’t know there was any such rule in place, and it took just a few minutes for me to remove all references to my place of work. However, the fact that someone saw fit to take my personal blog and turn it in to authorities, rather than simply mention to me that I was doing something wrong, rubbed me just awful.
Now, within the last few days, I was approached by my supervisor and told that my blog has come into question again. Someone had printed off several pages of my posts and turned them in, again anonymously, stating that the timestamps showed that I had been working on it while I was on the clock. I was told that this was a severe offense, and that if it happened again it could lead to dismissal.
Once again, someone has seen fit to shove their big, fat nose into my business.
I WRITE a BLOG. It’s about my kid, and my family. It’s rated G, and sweet, touching, personal, funny, and sometimes challenging or upset. I’m not posting pornography, I’m not an anarchist trying to bring down the government, I don’t cuss or post inappropriate pictures, and I’m not even using the hospital internet system. I write blogs in my spare time, and I post them, once a day, when I have a free moment. I can do this from my phone while I’m sitting at a red light. I can do it in the pumping room when I’m making FOOD for my CHILD. I can log into the public computers on my lunch break and access my account.
Now, if I had brought in a note pad and written a story down with pen and paper, no one would get worked up. But because it’s the internet, and it’s a public forum, someone thinks they have the right to police my activities and turn me in for perceived wrong doing.
First, it’s none of your damn business. Second, where do you get off printing information from my blog? Yes, it’s public, but it is MY intellectual property. You do not have the RIGHT to do that without my express permission. Third, WHY DO YOU CARE? Who am I to you? What does it matter what I do during my down time at work, or while I’m at home, or sitting at a damn red light? If you have that much time and energy to spend on what I’m doing, perhaps you should take a moment and re-evaluate what YOU should be doing. Fourth, you have permanently damaged my relationships with the people that I work with. By not having the courage to show your face or come to me in person, I have to assume ANYONE could be the person that has sunk low enough to care about what I do. I no longer have the luxury of trusting someone just because I like them.
Yes, I know that you did this. Yes, I think it’s shallow, petty and STUPID. YES, I will continue to write in spite of it, and in spite of you. Grow up, get a life, and leave me alone. I have done NOTHING that should affect you in ANY WAY, and your obsession with me is unhealthy.
Which leads me to question: Could it possibly be me? What am I doing to invite this type of attention and negative energy? Is there something I need to do differently? Or am I actually surrounded by childish, petty people who have a flair for dramatics?
I don’t want to stop blogging. I don’t want to make my blog private. I don’t want to pull punches or edit myself because I’m worried about who might be reading it. I don’t have a problem. If you have a problem, please un-invite yourself from sharing my life. And thank you, each of you, for trying to ruin everything.
