I figured that there would be questions and comments that would need to be addressed. I didn’t know how my posts would be received.
I hit “publish” and then held my breath.
The feedback immediately started via comments, emails, dms, tweets.
Because apparently, a lot of people have experienced the same sort of tale or their own personal BackStreet, and didn’t know if or how to express it. They saw themselves in my tale.
Since I hit publish, I’ve learned and been reminded of many things.
If I’ve learned one thing about the internet (and thank you Jesus for the fact that there is more to it than this) it’s that people do not like to hear things that they disagree with, don’t understand, find unbelievable or haven’t experienced.
No matter how I shared this, there would be people who wouldn’t like it.
I was mean for writing what I did.
A wimp for not naming names and “setting it up so that it would be done in comments“.
Even the style I used to tell my tale was criticized.
But all I heard from those responses was: “I didn’t really read your post.“
Because it wasn’t about outing people. It wasn’t about being mean. It wasn’t about bringing someone down. There are at least 50 bajillion more effective ways I could have written my post if that had been my goal.
It was telling a tale that others obviously needed to hear.
And hear it, they did. Over and over and over again, people opened up and shared their own stories, as we shared a collective exhale.
So instead of wrapping this up in a nice and tidy package and storing it away, I’m crafting a couple of posts that deal with some of the general feedback I received: ie: what’s appropriate vs what’s not; wearing masks; the truth about our new transparency.
You know — light, fluffy reading.