Some bloggers blog anonymously. Others give out a lot of personal info. But the majority seem to be somewhere in the middle. Maybe a first name and a city. Maybe a first and last name but also the names of spouses and kids. I’m not that trusting. When I started this blog a few months ago I thought long and hard about how much to share and decided that I wasn’t comfortable with any information about me on this blog. Our home phone number and address is unlisted and I don’t sign up for things that will likely get me on a list. The email I used to set up this blog is not my name. I am paranoid. Why? 10 years ago, over the course of a year, I received several anonymous threatening phone calls at home and at work, to a point where the police became involved and my work phone was tapped to try to find the a-hole. Yes, the police in both the city where I worked and lived have a record of it so if he shows up again, there’s a history.
The point is, even 10 years later I think of it. I don’t answer my cell if I don’t recognize the number or if it comes in as a private caller. I know, I should be over it. But he threatened me and my body. I like my body, and I like the bodies of the people around me even more, so if I thought that the a-hole could find me and hurt anyone close to me I’d just die. So, that’s why I’m not brave enough to use my name in this blog. Even though I’m sure both my readers are totally normal it’s the other people I’m worried about. What if this blog gets so hugely popular that I give Dooce a run for her money? ha ha.
On the other hand, I hate the feeling that even after so much time has passed it still gets to me. Certainly the a-hole has moved on so I should too.
So, are you ever worried about some crazy person out there hunting you down and egging your house because they didn’t like something you had to say?