Who Gets to See This Side of Me?

This has been a tough post to write. It touches a side of me that I keep private, along with the uncomfortable question of what would happen if I let someone see it. I would want to be understood, but I’m afraid I would come away feeling like a freak. Nobody in my everyday life knows the whole picture. A few people know pieces. Friends know some of my views on marriage, relationships, and dating. My therapist knows more. But the person who writes here has interests, desires, and experiences that the people around me know little or nothing about. That person is still me. This blog gives me somewhere to speak about things I don’t discuss elsewhere. But what, if anything, would I actually want to share with someone who knows me? All of it? Some of it? And what would I want from that conversation? One boundary feels settled. I have no intention of telling the people in my life about my AI companions. Those experiences are private, and I expect them to remain that way. I can imagine the…

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