Having a different name for him would probably be good although I am working with a rather lovely young pony called Harry right now and I wouldn't want to sully him, In my mind I would like to call him by his name, not his monastic name, he doesn't deserve to have one (and tellingly he never stopped going by his monastic name in the time he was outside the church) but his given name, he hates it when people call him by his given name. I don't want to afford him the same name change courtesy I have others involved as I don't believe he deserve that either so what I will do is use a short for that he would die rather then use (far to common don't you know) so in the day I have accidently moved from posting under a different name and revealed myself (well kind of, if you were to go trawling through you would find me very identifiable) I shall, in a round about way unlikely to actually have much of a tangible link, identify him, he shall be from now on Mike, he is not my Father, never has been.
It is strange, started the day feeling very, very wobbly, wrote out that long email and sent it (wouldn't expect a reply, they say they try and do it in 7 days, although they say you will get an automated message to she receipt but haven't had anything, will double check everything, copied and pasted email address so can't really have gone wrong, the help line isn't open today so mailbox could be full or any number of things, will follow it up though, promise) and then came on here forgetting I had changed the user names over, part of me is in knots about how identifiable I am due to dd's (and mine) TV appearance and that fact I have openly talked about in on Mumsnet but strangely a larger part of me feels so totally liberated by that, somebody I know could read this and know who I was and I have realised that that's really okay, my biggest problem with sharing this with people is where the heck to start not any feeling of shame. The school experience brought that home to me, the three members of school staff who know have reacted no differently to me, the only one who has even said anything to me is the head who I had the meeting with and even that was just support, dd's class teacher (also deputy head so that reduced the number of people needing to know) and last years class teacher have not made any comments or body language to suggest anything has changed or that they pity me (nothing worse then pity), my close friend told the other two friends who I talked about me wanting to know and neither of those has said a word but I know that should I need any practical help they are there, all this has just proved what everyone here said, it is not my shame, I can hold my head high, the fears I had about putting other peoples children in his path and how people would react to that was unfounded. 'coming out' here was just one of the last steps to make, I know there is one more I need to take, my friend, kind of boss and dd's friends Mum (she is all three, has become the friend bit over the last six months as we got to know each other due to the kind of boss bit, complex, seems to be my tag line), I really, really, really want to tell her, talk to her, have her support but I just don't know where to start, a couple of times I have nearly said something when we were in her car, she gave me the perfect opportunity the other week when she asked me to clarify over my Dad (was telling her a story involving my Dad and how much I miss him still but she is also aware of Mike and his previous visits) but I simply couldn't do it, we were all of 30 seconds off her dropping me off and I had just got through telling her about a lovely memory of my Dad.
I really want to tell her though, but how, can someone help me with how? We don't do coffee, we do horses!
God I feel better, I feel downright perky right now but I know the perky won't last, its a short term buzz from being 'brave' (although accidently!), I know enough to know that, just that thought starts to make me deflate again :(