My mum used to read my diary

[OneOpalFinch]

I used to write a lot, but my mum used to read my diary despite promising not to. She’d confront me about things I wrote. I don’t speak to her anymore, but I still feel uncomfortable putting thoughts on paper, years later as an adult. Has anyone else struggled with this and managed to get past it?

I found out as an adult that my mum did this to me too; I was mortified but it hasn’t left any lasting damage. That’s genuinely not to trivialise the effect it’s had on lots of you. It just didn’t really bother me, they did it to keep me safe and I get that.
I did / do go through my kids phones and if I hadn’t and seen the bullying my DD was going through she wouldn’t be here.
As an adult, my sister hacked into my emails (I was so stupid, my password was ridiculously obvious) and our relationship never recovered. She did it out of spite and saw some really dark emails between me and my therapist, I would never be comfortable around her again.

Do you mean get past as in be able to write a diary now?
My only suggestion would be, given I think for most people it is the act of writing that helps them organise their thoughts, you could write it, read it over then destroy it immediately?

Or have a password protected document somewhere, but if just having it out there would make you feel uneasy a good old fashioned shredding of paper would do the job

Yes it was the same for me so as much as I now love a notebook, I tend not to write things down.

My mother used to search my room and read my diary, it's one of the reasons we are low contact.

My mum read my diaries when I was a teenager. I had mental health issues around food which I chronically lied about, but meticulously recorded. I have understood why she did so for a very long time, before I became a parent myself. Now I am, I understand even more.

I didn't keep a diary when I was younger, in part because I knew my mother and my younger sisters would read it. One of my sisters told me that she once walked into her bedroom to discover our father sitting in there reading her diary and laughing. It would never have occurred to me that Dad would go nosing in our diaries.

I'm now thinking about asking my mum if she read mine 😂

I remember a party when I was 17 and she was adamant she wanted to drive me there to the house, having just driven me to the station on every prior occasion. 👀