Please Don’t Make Me Talk About What I Write

I write about my personal struggles because I don’t want to talk about them.

LaToya Baldwin Clark

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A pen writing “I am a writer”
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It happened during a professional discussion about possible collaboration.

“Yeah, I read your work and I read your blog”

It happened at school pick up.

“Yeah, even behind your mask I know what you look like because I googled you and read your blog”

It happened during coffee with a colleague.

“Yeah, you’re so brave because I read your blog and I wouldn’t be able to do that”

When I began to write in public forums about my personal life, and especially my struggles with bipolar disorder and chronic pain, I decided not to write anonymously. In these days of blurring personal and public there was little point. As a google detective myself, I knew that where I attended school and what I was studying (cause I wrote about that), how old I was (cause I wrote about that), how many kids I had (because I really wrote about that) — you could probably find me. Like most of us, my personal is public.

When I began to write publicly, I was a new graduate student in a young marriage, in the throes of unmanaged mental illness, parenting very young children and far, far from home. A…

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LaToya Baldwin Clark

Law professor. Living with Bipolar. Teach and write about the law of educational inequality, property and the family. Mom of 3. All opinions my own.