T w e n t y S i d e d
There is a lot myself, my dad, and my family never brought up on this site. The closest this place got to ‘the real’ was when my dad and I each wrote books about our real life experiences, and of course, when dad died. Dad wrote about my seizures briefly when they happened, and some of our money problems when the house foreclosed, but a whole human life doesn’t really fit on a blog. It’s hard to know how much to share, when to share, and how to share it, especially with strangers, even in a place of familiarity. It doesn’t take rocket science to read my dad’s autobiography and know there is some very deeply set generational trauma in our family. Dad always tried to write kindly about people, but also be entirely truthful, and I really admired his ability to balance both of those things even when they felt mutually exclusive.
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