I set a boundary yesterday, one that validated me, one that I’m pleased to have set. Let me explain.
I was having a text conversation with my sister about the current lockdown. We were sharing stories of how we were coping – she refinishing/painting in her home, me working on my computers and Righting the Ship. All innocent chatter. Then she twigged onto the website, that I had one.
Now, I haven’t hidden the fact I have this site – I’ve mentioned working on it more than once – but I also haven’t shared its URL with my family. It’s a deliberate choice that I’ve made. And one that I’m sticking to.
Yesterday when my sister asked for the URL I said no, but thank you for asking. I set the boundary, politely and firmly. I didn’t waver.
That’s where the conversation ended. Did I offend her? I don’t know, but frankly, it doesn’t matter. This site is for me to explore my mental illness and my mental health. I share it, yes, but my family isn’t a part of it. Some don’t understand, some don’t care to. Some gossip, and some are toxic. But this site is mine and it’s okay for me to choose with whom I share it. It’s okay for me to set a boundary. This is healthy, especially when toxicity and ignorance might be factors. And they are factors, factors that I just don’t need. I have enough to deal with.
So yesterday I set a boundary. And I’m glad that I did.
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