Last year I received an email so hateful that I felt sick for weeks. It was an email criticising that fact that I wrote about my son and about his illness on my blog, how I wrote about parenting instead of actually parenting and how I was doing that for money and pageviews and links and because I did that, I was a greedy, selfish, moneygrabbing bitch.
After I read it, I had a knot in my stomach all the time for weeks and weeks, even when I couldn’t remember (momentarily) why I felt that way. I thought about deleting my blog. I questioned everything I had ever written about my son. I questioned everything I had ever written about motherhood.
Today Catherine at herbadmother, a blog I’ve been reading since it started, posted this and I urge you to go and read the rest of the post and the email she received that prompted her to post:
Our voices aren’t free so long as we’re subjected to hate when we raise them. But I don’t know what to do, other than to keep writing, and to keep taking the blows, and to hope that I – that all of us – can outlast and outspeak the hate.
Because, it’s true, our voices - the voices of mothers that write about motherhood – are not free when someone else feels it’s okay to dump all over them.