DearDiary

I was annoyed that he now knew the details of my first sexual encounter, but that didn’t hold a candle to knowing this kind of violation existed. I wrote everything in those books, and I felt the deepest sense of exposure. When I came to, and asked why he read my dear diary… he advised my little sister had it open on the floor…to that exact page. I’m sure a lot of thought went into that explanation. Since then, I’ve come to the understanding that this invasion of privacy is a common practice for most of my ‘family’ members…at least when it comes to me. So in many ways, I’ve become conditioned to unknowingly sharing my thoughts with familiar strangers. Back then it was done without my consent and knowledge. This time, I figure I might as well do it on my own terms so…here we are.