The date of my birthday was kept secret every year until after the fact—’twas a bit of a long-running joke here on my blog. Older posts may contain the date, if I forgot to redact it.
I kept it a secret because people in my personal life act weird when my birthday is approaching. I also kept it on the down-low, because I disliked when people made a huge deal of it (trauma response). Being the center of attention is so not my thing.
A paternal cousin tried to throw me a surprise birthday party, not even respecting my name preference or what other people who knew me better told her, and we had a falling out. ‘Twas a huge mess, and the family still thinks I was the selfish, inconsiderate one.
26 March 2020