I have been troubled lately, plagued by thoughts of how people will doubt you or your story because they can only see the surface. They don’t know what you face on the inside. It’s like you have to be credentials to prove you belong, and why is that? Why should that be so important to others? You cannot glean the whole of anyone from the sparse words of their bio, and yet there are those who believe they can.
But there’s the invisible you. The side that isn’t readily seen or tangible. Maybe the side you reserve only for those closest to you.
This is what I’m talking about. My Twitter bio reads very simply:
Episcopalian. Mama. Authoress. Rep: Miriam Kriss. THE MAY QUEEN MURDERS (May 3, 2016, HMH)
Things you know about me from this: my religion, that I have children, that I’m an author, and my skin color (if you see my photo).
Things you don’t know about me: my sexuality, my marital status, my disability status, the cultural heritage I and my family were raised with, any trauma I’ve endured, my education level, my family income, what struggles I have faced as a parent, my political leanings, and much more that I can’t even being to label.
You might get snippets of these things by reading my tweets or my posts. If you’re on my private facebook page, you get more because what I share there is for family and friends. But the fact remains that I am a very private person and anything that is seen of me in public online spaces is only what I allow for that venue.
Anyone who is on any social media has a public life and a private one. And we all make assumptions about other people based on what we see of them.
There is always so much more than what lies on the surface of every other human being.
Be kind. You do not know what people face in their everyday life or what has shaped them into becoming the person they are today.