Friday, 6 May 2011
Why I bother to blog....
Every once in a while my fellow bloggers put up these posts. A post that rationalises the existence of your blog and why you type up significant pieces of information about your lives for the consumption of strangers.
Blogging is a strange phenomenon and it's hard to understand why anyone would want to do it. The meaning of blogging or an individual blog can be hard to understand and most people don't understand blogging. Emily O over at the wonderful BabyRambles discusses this far more succinctly than I could. Blogging is a very individualistic activity. For me it is a bit of a solitary activity. I do it late at night when I need to work through an issue or need advice or simply because I want to write about something given that now I spend my entire day with small people.
Everyone blogs for different reasons. You have your polished Parenting blogs, full of product reviews and anecdotes about the art of child rearing. You have the parents of children with additional needs blogging, detailing the stresses and strains of life with kids who do not follow the rules. You have academics blogging, informally publishing thoughts on their latest work or working through theories with the input of their peer group. You have the Foodie Bloggers, posting their delectable treats and sometimes a kitchen mishap thrown in for good measure. There are thousands of individualised genres of bloggers out there, these are just a taste of the types that I follow predominantly. Sometimes, just sometimes, someone out there publishes a self reflective piece.
On reflection (...cough) these reflective posts are what my blog is about. I'm either too busy or frankly too knackered (ask Oh Daddy if we've ever had a conversation past 10pm where I haven't fallen asleep but then that could be down to him) to blog about the little things. I've tried but then I end up with about a dozen or so unfinished posts and sometimes wonder to myself if anyone gives a shit whether B tried to put her own clothes on today or that A has perfected burping on demand? I find them fascinating, that doesn't mean that everyone else does. B's at the stage since birth where every day something new occurs and I know that in the past I've become tired of blogs that list every single little thing that someone else's baby does. These are the little things that enrich our lives but can be very dull on paper.
So I conclude the that my blog is a space for sharing my interests (mugs...how very boring) but mainly my moans! This doesn't mean I'm unhappy but my life is complicated, involving complicated people. I think I need to rebrand this blog entirely into something along the lines of Oh FFS Mammy! I feel incredibly guilty that in my header I promise you musings on the awesome world of Classics, parenting, food and instead you get barrage of posts on the theme of what I having for my tea this week and who has managed to piss me off this week, along with my OCD inspired lists! I'm quite a passionate person (read: angry) and I do get heat up over things easily but in my mind I am never unjustified. I'm not bitter about the hand I've been dealt but I get frustrated and that makes my posts a bit volatile at times.
I have a whole spectrum of readers from complete strangers who pop in one in a while, to regulars who comment and know me a bit more, to real life friends who keep up with what's going on through this to colleagues past and present. One thing I've realised when thinking about this group of people, is that my blog posts on ASD make people uncomfortable. There is a tinge of sadness to some of them but then I'm reflecting and working through through live on the tinterwebs for all and sundry to read. I don't read a lot of blogs that talk about ASD either and the ones that I do, their kids differ from A in ability, age and needs so I don't have many followers who can relate to this subject. I would like to blog about A's achievements, how A coped with an event but I find that these posts, when you have no connection to a child are quite empty posts. As a parent blogger, I am blogging about my experiences raising a child with ASD and how it can be at times, incredibly hard. For parents all over the world of NT kids and not, this should be something to relate to. I'm quite an active Facebook user, I use my mobile constantly and post either inane comments or share things that are either fascinating to me or are a bit controversial and so I get a fair few comments, likes in a day. A few weeks ago on my personal page, I took part in a virtual march run by several autism campaigners. The point of this was to simply raise awareness for ASD in the run up to World Autism Awareness Day on the 2nd of April. Now on any given day, I can post up a link to a piece in the Telegraph or in the Guardian and I'm guaranteed at least 10 comments from around 10 people who share varying opinions on topics connected to my interests and this blog. In the run up to WAAD my page experienced a deathly silence. I wrote please read and 'like' to show that you've at least paid the smallest amount of attention to my posts and so my campaigning is done. That I've made you think for a split second about autism and provided posts and links if they wanted a more in depth knowledge about the disability. None of my regular commentators appeared. Very few of my posts were liked or acknowledged at all. Yet, when I put up some stuff about Mother's Day on the Sunday they were all back. So why bother?
Because it keeps me sane. Sort of...