#Thumper still professional
But I had a boss at the time who held a lot of resentments towards 12 Step Recovery, and learning via Facebook that her loyal assistant was trudging the road of happy destiny would’ve irrevocably damaged our professional relationship. I was not (and am not) ashamed to be an alcoholic. This is how I looked checking my social media updates for the next month. But there was also no telling how many of my friends, family, and co-workers had seen the post. I knew that the person who’d tagged me wasn’t trying to get me in any kind of trouble, just like my co-manager wasn’t trying to cause problems for me. I immediately untagged myself and made sure the post was deleted from my page, and I doublechecked to confirm that the only mutuals we had in common were recovery friends, and then I locked down my privacy settings with the virtual equivalent of wooden boards and a hammer. And I appreciate his faith in humanity, but anytime we share the ticklish details of someone else’s life without their consent, we risk exposing them to unpleasant developments for which they may not be physically or emotionally equipped. My co-manager wasn’t trying to throw me under a bus when he told our employee that I was a Witch: It’s a nonissue to him, so he assumed it wouldn’t be an issue for anyone else. (Image via Pixabay.)Īgain, not every outing is malicious. Go get him instead.” Witches? What Witches? Nobody here but us not-Witches.
“Oh, no, we are but humble historical reenactors. Because we’re moving into the opening stages of a new Satanic Panic, and considering the effort they put into making their brand of Paganism palatable to a mainstream audience, along with differentiating between their correct practice and my troublesome one, I can only imagine what they’d do if ever interrogated by a fascist authority: But it’s probably for the best that I don’t have any long-term association with them.
I don’t know how open these people are about their religious beliefs in their daily lives, and I haven’t been around them in years, so there’s no real way to find out. In this case, I don’t think anyone wanted anything bad to happen, but they definitely believed that whatever they were getting out of the situation was more important than any potential impact it might have on me. But it does hit the key qualifiers: Someone shared personal information about me without my permission in order to benefit themselves, with either a) the additional intent to cause me harm, or b) no regard to what the consequences to me might be. And because they did it in front of people they were allegedly educating, they sent the message that it was not problematic to do so.Īnd okay, I know this isn’t the most destructive example of getting outed. This is why I generally don’t bound into social events like, “ Gardnerian in the house, y’all.” People often have strong feelings about Wicca in general, much less the initiatory variety, and those feelings are sometimes unfavorable unless there’s a pressing reason to bring it up when interacting with other Pagans, I almost always choose not to put that part of myself on display.īut they took that choice away from me. In their minds, my presence lent credibility, but it also gave them something handy against which to compare themselves and say to their students, “See? We’re better.” So yeah, that’s basically why I was invited in the first place.
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