Just received a comment on my post for Open Call, wondering if what I wrote was true. 

Wow.  I really don't know how to feel about that. 

I wrote about something I don't talk about anymore, to anyone. It was a painful topic, but it felt good to throw it out there finally.  I signed up on OS using a username I don't use anywhere else.  My avatar is non related to my online persona that is popular elsewhere, and only my family and partner know about my status as an FM sufferer.  I will not tell my partner that I write here, because I eventually will write something that will hurt him. I will not tell my friends, because they don't need to know the things that go on in my head, as it is not a topic for friendly conversation over drinks at the pub.  

Essentially, this is my secret.  OS is my secret place where I thought I could write honestly, without reservations.  I have always wanted to record what was going on in my brain, the things in my life.  I have trouble talking about events and feelings.  Typically these things do not integrate well in to the semi well ordered life I have manufactured.   My family won't read this (it's not their scene), my friends browse elsewhere, and my partner doesn't notice the things I do most days.  If I do happen to be outted, then the time was probably right for that and I will deal with it when it comes.  But for now, this is my bitty place in cyberland where I'm fairly sure there are others like me hanging round.

There's a post in there, right?  Yeah, I know - it's for another day.

Today is about truth.  Will I write the truth?  Have the few things I've typed already been a load of B.S. or did I start out with a minute amount of respect for this community and post accurate accounts of my life experience?

If I have any audience, my message is this: Yes, what I write is the truth.  If you dig, you will find facts that lead back to me and some of the stories I may write, and I'm ready for that if it happens. I will only post stories I'm ready to release.  It will do myself no good in my infant wordsmith state to write lies, fantasy, and wishes.  These are records of my past, present, and comments on the future.  There may be a time when I will make my words "public" to those who know me in real life,  but today they are just for OS, it's community, and people who wander here in search of the good on the internet.  I will change dates and names to protect the innocent (and yes, this is a statement that needs to made), but otherwise these words are real. 

I promise.