The Art of Disclosure

As a youngster I was encouraged to keep many things to myself. As a result of this forced silence I have a skewed understanding of the difference between privacy and secrecy. My therapist tells me that privacy doesn't have the "burden of fear."

My recent unemployment status is closely linked with this revelation. The office dynamics mirrored the environment of my youth. As I have moved out of the office and am no longer burdened with the fear of losing my job, I have a clearer picture of how to distinguish between secrecy and fear.

Luckily, this employment experience has afforded me many insights. I have seen the light with respect to what I need to succeed professionally. Similarly, I have an increased awareness of how my body physically reacts to stress. For example, when I experience the "lump in the throat sensation" (click here), I know that I have time warped back to the coping mechanisms of my youth.

Apparently it is not helpful to use said childlike coping mechanisms. DUH! I am now embarking on a mental change of routine. I know LSO will appreciate my newfound understanding. Maybe, just maybe, I will cease outing his most embarrassing moments at just the wrong time.

Yes friends, disclosure is an art I intend to master. But keep that on the down low would you? I have quite a long journey ahead of me.