Intimacy Issues

I had an interesting conversation with my bishop last week.  It was about how there isn't much communication in our YW presidency.  I said maybe it was because I don't text.  Then I made and interesting confession--not one that many bishops expect I'm sure.  I said "I just let people think I can't text. It used to be true, but isn't anymore."  I told him it's easier to tell people that I can't than that I won't.

In thinking about it, I've come to some interesting conclusions about myself.  I have intimacy issues.  I don't to text people or receive texts from people who I'm not already sure love me.  Cursory "Whatcha doing?" notes from Keith or "I'll be 20 minutes late" warnings from Lucy or "I forgot my permission slip" requests from Mikey are acceptable because I know that over the dinner table that night we'll have  a real conversation. It isn't our sole means of informing each other of things.  We all have an understanding that face time (Not the computer/phone thing) is important and necessary.

Keith and the kids understand that I keep my phone in my purse and may or may not check it.  They know I'd rather hear their voices.  They are the ones that could call me at 11 pm if they needed and not be rude.
They are the ones who can make expectations on me.  They aren't intruding on my personal life or time. They are my personal life and time.

Like I said I keep my phone in my purse--with my checkbook balance and my tampons.  Acquaintances, coworkers, presidency members--they don't belong in there.  Or in my back pocket.  Or on my night stand. or on my dates with my husband.

When I was living with Keith's parents before we got married, Sherry insisted on doing my laundry--there was a certain day for clothes and one for sheets.  I hated that.  Laundry is intimate to me.  Nobody washes my clothes but me.  When we lost Ian, a sister in my word (who cleans houses) wanted to come by and clean my bathrooms.  I think she was offended when I refused.  Again, intimate.  So I guess I have weird boundaries.  I keep this blog pretty private--with my phone, my laundry and my bathroom.

That said, the few people that have this blog address are also in my inner circle and can text me anytime.