I know people have called me on this several times, and it’s your prerogative to hate me for this post or to not understand. But today, I realised something about myself and I thought I’d share because it explains a lot, and may help you in your interactions with me.
I grew up keeping a secret, and I am still keeping it to this very day.
It was information that I could not be kept in ignorance of, which undoubtedly would have been my mother’s preferred set-up. As I know now, the reason I was told to keep it secret was to keep it secret from one person, and the safest way to ensure that this person did not find out was to tell me to not talk about it to anyone.