I see no reason why I have to "share"
A "friend" comes up to me in synagogue yesterday, shortly before prayers begin. She tells me she appreciates that last week I shared with her what I had been going through with cancer treatments. I explained that my posts on Facebook were probably confusing, so I thought I should explain.
I also said that I felt that in many ways I felt this was a private matter, and I didn't feel the need to share it with everyone in the congregation, or my professional colleagues. She seemed to think this was a weakness on my side.
I said perhaps she was right, but at the age of 60, I wasn't going to change my approach. She said, well, she's in her 70's, and she learned.
Later, I realized something: this is my life, and I should be able to choose what and how I share whatever I'm going through. Everybody does not need to know my bidness (except you folks at Pencourage, because you have no clue who I am....) and I like it that way.
I don't like repeating myself, pity offends me, and I can survive on very little feedback, affirmation, sympathy and empathy. It's just the way I am; respect that.