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So, I feel like I should address something that you might be wondering if you’re a new reader to the Saurus. I talk a lot about my family and post pictures, but none of myself or my family. And while, in this electronic age of constant visual access to people’s lives, of Facebook, Instagram and what have you, I don’t post so much as a thumbnail of the doings transpiring. Why?

As some of you may be aware, I am estranged from my family and images publicly available on the Internet would find their way into their hands. So, we live our lives on a sort of privacy lockdown. That’s not to say that it’s impossible to find images because they exist, but my privacy is important. To protect my family is to shield my son of some painful experiences, even if it’s only witnessing what it does to me.

Lemony Snickets series of unfortunate events says (regarding the loss of a loved one) “If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it.”  And I think that’s also true of this. If you’re family is good and healthy, you can’t possibly imagine what a damaged home feels like. But those who have been there know and truly understand.