If you are a regular reader of this blog, you may notice that some posts have been altered and one was removed completely. I have done this at the request of my daughter.
I have always written this blog anonymously and never included any names so that I could write about serious issues without worrying about anyone’s privacy.
I recently made an error – with the best of intentions.
I am, as you perhaps can tell, passionate about working to educate the public about the Third World conditions on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota. To that end, I have begun to Twitter. I have also reconnected with some old friends from high school on Facebook. My error was to link my blog to my Twitter account so that my blog posts are noted immediately. It has helped increase readership. That is a good thing.
It also allowed one of my daughter’s friends (from high school) to make the connection between me and the blog. That is a bad thing. I have on occasion, when discussing my life, mentioned things about my daughter that I would not have discussed if names were used. They are issues and problems that many have, however most would not advertise them.
My daughter’s friend went to lunch with my daughter the other day, after she had figured this out. This young woman obviously did not use the brains God has given her on that day. She decided to ask my daughter about the delicate matters. What was she thinking? Did she think all the anonymity was for fun? Didn’t she realize that, if my daughter had wanted her to know certain things, she’d have told her herself?
My daughter is, understandably, upset and angry. I don’t blame her. I do blame her friend.
So, in the interest of preserving whatever family feelings may remain, I have removed references to much of what this friend read. I will no longer be discussing those issues here. I will censor myself. I will not talk about my daughter at all from this point on.
This thoughtless friend may have damaged the relationship between me and my daughter permanently. I hope she thinks about that when she reads this post.