I am facing a moral dilemma right now and I do not really know what direction to go. Thus far, I’ve managed to stay fairly anonymous on the internet because I practice good operational security. However, the thought is swirling in my brain about giving up the anonymity because my brain is telling me that it is based in fear. While being anonymous is a form of protection and has its implied security, sometimes I just want to give this up in favor of screaming who I am from the rooftops. The trouble is that once you do this, there’s no putting that genie back in the bottle.
Do I give up my anonymity online and practice what I preach about not living in fear of my government? Well, I don’t fear my government so much as its reprisal for my criticisms. I don’t want to be placed at some black site and tortured and imprisoned. Maybe I am being dramatic or maybe not. Given what’s happened to our immigrants, my fear might not be so misplaced after all.
I am principally using this blog as a journal to help me manage the difficulties associated with mental illness. I hope that it, in some ways, furthers society’s goals to end the stigmatization of mental health discussion and treatment. Sometimes I feel like it would be powerful to not hide behind a pseudonym and actually tell the world who I really am. Other times, I realize that there can be power in anonymity as well. Anonymity allows you to stay in the fight against injustice longer because it takes the system that much longer to discover who you are.
I often proclaim that I am not afraid of my country’s government and I think I am just probably trying to convince myself that I am not. Anonymity provides security and it is actually reductive to level the accusation, “If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.” If only, le sigh, it were that simple.