I’m still pretty new to this blogging thing; The Mum From Brum isn’t even a year old. And so far I’ve only really experienced good things – sure it’s stressful sometimes and is quickly threatening to take over my entire life, but everyone I’ve encountered along the way has been lovely. But I hadn’t anticipated needing to grow my Blogging Skin – that thick layer that deflects hurtful words.
Until I decided to share my post from last weekend on a Bloggers Network for Mummy Blogs on Facebook. I know, the Jamie Oliver (yeah, I’m over it too…) stuff was “controversial” and it’s not normally my style to take on something that might lead to confrontation, but it was something close to my heart. I don’t think what I wrote was particularly inflammatory, it certainly wasn’t attacking anyone; I’d like to think I managed to write a balanced piece that supported both sides of the argument. But I still managed to upset someone over on Facebook, and she felt the need to write something that genuinely upset me.
In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t that bad a comment; actually it was pretty tame and wasn’t a personal attack. But it’s the first time I’ve had a comment that made me wonder if I should have written what I did.
Then the blogging community came to my rescue – a lovely Mummy Blogger called Rach over at Our Rach Blogs came to my defence. She reminded me that one petty person with a chip on their shoulder shouldn’t make me feel bad for expressing my own opinion.
As I said, I’m new to putting myself and my feelings out there for the whole world to see, and developing my thick skin is going to take a bit of time. I like to think I’m a pretty tolerant person, so it’s sometimes difficult to see why anyone would be nasty to someone over the internet – perhaps I’m naive to think that it doesn’t happen that much.
I can’t let some keyboard warrior bully me into not saying what I want to say; this blog is a form of therapy for me sometimes and I can’t let a small minded person halfway across the globe make me feel bad for sitting in my lounge once my son has gone to bed and letting my feelings out on my little corner of the internet.
And while I’m at it, I’ll stick to what I was taught as a child – if you can’t say anything nice (or constructive) then don’t say anything at all. (All the while internally screaming NOW CAN WE ALL JUST GET ON???!)