On the original name of the blog, “Stroke Survivor”…I chose the name quite deliberately because I am, well, a survivor, a fighter. Trust me, every day since the stroke I have to fight something – one way of measuring progress is to notice how the battles change over time. I’m not a “victim”, which I feel conveys the wrong thing, something altogether more passive – I think we choose to be victims of something when we allow it to change us.
I realise that this is just semantics, and feel that people mostly use this description out of ignorance – I can’t really blame people because I myself knew nothing about stroke until it happened to me, plus there must be a zillion other things I’m still ignorant about – but now that I do know, the least I can try to do is to get it right.
In May 2020, I decided to change the name of the blog to Mister Bump, which is still a reference to the stroke, but hopefully more subtle as I don’t feel I need to have as strong a link any more.
On my own name, it’s not a big thing, but I’d prefer to be anonymous. I took counsel from other bloggers on this when I started blogging, and the general feeling was that writing a blog where one’s identity is known is tantamount to putting on a pair of handcuffs – when your name is known by people, certain subjects are off-limits for fear of offending them. To an sxtent my real-life friends and family know about the blog and might read it, so there is always (and will always be) an element of self-censorship here. But I need to strike a balance between this, and recounting life’s events.
For the same reason, I guard my exact location. My nearest city is Salisbury, U.K., which will get you close enough to me and will provide a where in the world context.
I describe my exact location (omitting the names) is a little more detail here.
Having said that, I do other things on the internet, so an industrious person could probably soon find out my name and address. If you do, please keep it to yourself. Or do me a favour by sending an email to this blog – it’ll get to me – telling me how you found out, just so I can perhaps close the loophole. Although there are a couple of deliberate loopholes…
I do also have a wife and a grown-up child, neither of whom volunteered to be a part of this blog, and so I protect their identities more than I protect my own. My intention, when I talk about them, is simply to keep things vague. In fact, I periodically search for their names, to make sure they don’t appear. Again, if I’ve messed up, I’d be grateful if you could let me know so I can fix it.