I have two identities. On Twitter anyway.

I have two Twitter accounts. One, my “professional” account, I’ve had for two years. I use it to share information about communications – the field I work in – and connect with others who do similar work. I was a Twitter atheist at first – not that I didn’t believe it existed, just doubted its usefulness. But I came to love it and learned so much, both related to my particular field and beyond. For a variety of reasons, however, I haven’t used that account much in months (except for a few days ago when our team won an award – gotta tweet that).

The other, of course, is the account I use that’s associated with this blog. My “mama” persona. I haven’t connected this account with the other, because I’m not sure I really want those people to know all this other stuff about me. Not right now, anyway.

Problem is, it’s not all that hard to mix up accounts. Twice now I’ve tweeted a post from this blog on the wrong account. Both times I figured it out pretty fast and deleted the tweet, but no doubt some saw it before it disappeared. In fact, I know one person did – someone I work with (though not someone I’ve met as he lives in another region) – because he responded to my tweet.

Double extra special problem? The erroneous tweets were on two of the worst possible blog posts. One was way back when I wrote about how I don’t consider myself to have a mental illness (a term that sits wrong with me, even still, despite bring perfectly willing to talk about – and write about – mental health). Great – that’s exactly the way I would like to introduce this piece of me to my professional community.

The other Twitter identity mix-up was yesterday when I wrote a long rant about my psychiatrist appointment that pretty much revealed all the stuff I don’t want people I only know professionally to know about me.

It’s just a little something special my brain does at times to make me feel just that wee bit extra crazy.

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PS Doh! I just realized I forgot Fledgling Friday again this week. Sorry, Fledglings. Thursday and Friday were not good days and I just didn’t remember.