Each week seems to bring another parent with a new illness, an old one ravishing further, a slip in sanity, fall or predicament. The incidents seem worse as information is drip fed to me via long telephone calls often after the major incident has finished, results been received or issues amended. I am then helpless even though my location makes me helpless anyway. Understandably when in the throws of a problem it is not your first thought to phone everyone and tell them about it, especially for the pre-social networking parents. The problem is dealt with as best can be and afterwards those not present to help will be informed, if it hasn't already been forgotten or in recent times over taken by the next crisis.
We are currently a generation who loves to share our inner thoughts and experiences through status updates, blogs, texts. We like to share our movements and emotions with as many people who will listen or follow. This has become such a norm that when you don't know someone is going through something personal, something they wish to keep private, they appear aloof, rude, disjointed, introverted even. Obviously I am a 'sharer'. If I'm asked how I am, you will get an honest reply, although socially it was not asked to really find out your mental and physical well being. I do honestly believe I ask how people are or what they've been up to because I care and I'm interested but perhaps I'm just nosey!
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