I don’t know why it’s signed by “Young People Everywhere”.
I’ve been on the Internet for decades, since I was in my teens. I’ve had a mobile phone intermittently for over 25 years, and constantly (minus one six-month period) for 22. I’ve had a mobile emailing device for 14 years and a phone with a camera on it for at least ten.
It’s been almost 14 years since I first dealt with a frightening troll and ten years last month since I first dealt with what felt like stalking (although I later learned that the stalky posts were by someone I then thought was a friend).
This month marks twenty years since Friends debuted on NBC and inspired a mailing list out of Dartmouth University; in February, I’m getting together in Vegas for a massive party that’ll include vow renewals between people who met via that list, and I’ll get to meet tweens who were born because their parents met because of that list; I’ll meet friends I’ve known for decades who I haven’t hugged in person yet.
My iPhone isn’t a distraction; it’s the keeper of my information and a lot lighter than the Filofax I carried everywhere in college and law school - and a lot more interactive and informational than the Palm Pilot I got in 1997. It holds my music and books, photos of my kids as babies and last week, directions, menus and recipes, and the ability to access and do so many things - and record them, forever.
I see articles and self-care tumblr posts and tweets exhorting me to get offline and get into the real world.
To paraphrase Snape from a completely unrelated context, “I see no difference” between “online” and IRL. For some, there may be, but for me, and I know for many of you, it’s all The Real World.
I was totally appalled that I took a real psych eval not so long ago and there was no discussion and zero questions about my computer/internet habits. I’ve had an online life since I turned thirteen. I separate real and online life sometimes and sometimes I don’t.
(Source: , via heidi8)