I have been thinking about this blog post for some time, usually late at night when the dark hours make logical thought a little difficult and I have a tendency to dwell on the negative. It is with some hesitation that I am posting it today, but I have made the decision to do so.
Several weeks ago I was attacked on line by someone who has never met me and doesn’t know me, but took exception to my post on children’s vitamins.
It is no longer a big deal. An apology has been accepted, the dust has settled, I have moved on.
But I have been moderating comments ever since.
I remain terrified of the fact that the same level of insult directed at me so unexpectedly in a blog post, could be thrown at me again via the comments section of my blog by anyone who felt the sudden need to do so.
That hasn’t happened.
What has happened is that I have spent a great deal of time thinking about the issue of blogging and the risk I may be taking by putting certain aspects of my life 'out there'.
My recent experience has taught me that the readership of this blog extends beyond the immediate mummy blogging community (at times), and has acted as a reminder of the fact that blogs are in the public domain. Anyone can say anything about the content and it isn’t always nice. And when that happens, no-one sees the hurt behind the screen.
In the ‘real’ world, no stranger would hurl abuse anyone at the street, not in the streets I walk anyway, but online the rules seem very different.
Behind the relative anonymity of the computer screen it seems all too easy to criticise and say things which I don’t believe would ever be said face-to-face. The comments sections of certain news websites seem to be the worst culprit. I’m not sure why, but it’s a great shame.
I will continue to blog but I remain cautious about the content. This is not a post to say I’m not blogging. This is a post that simply says I’m scared.