I don't know why, but I am very intense when it comes to privacy - especially my privacy. I think it is because I was robbed of it my whole life growing up - sexual, physical, emotional, verbal, and ritual abuse. Now I tend to hide everything and anything I can, including this blog - nobody knows about it except for you and the other people who read it. No one in my family knows, none of my friends, not even my T. I am very particular and very aware of everything when it comes to my privacy.
I have another blog, one for my friends who do not know I have DID. I told two of my sisters about it because I trusted them not to tell anybody in the family about it. I just wanted to have a place to write my random thoughts and share some things with friends and I just didn't want my other family members to read it - especially my parents and my abusers. Well...today I come home to find that my younger of the two sister's I told about my blog, decided to show it to my mom. So while I was at work today, my mom read my entire blog (not this one, thank goodness). When I came home from work, my mom came right up to me and said, "So I read your entire blog today." I marched straight to my sister's room and almost screamed at her, asking her why in the world she would tell our mom! I've been fuming ever since. It may seem ridiculous, but I feel like I have lost the trust between us. I feel like she stabbed me in the back. I cannot believe she would do that.
Sometimes I really wonder what is going through her head. She was never abused so she doesn't understand what it is like for me or why I am the way I am.
I'm so fed up with people breaking their promises or doing things that I ask them not to do.