When I was little my mom would read my diaries and then I would get in trouble for what was in them...so I stopped keeping them.

Then in Junior High I had a journal and some girl found it and passed it around at school (where I was the new kid - we had just moved from out of state). It was AWFUL. I didn't put ANYTHING in writing after that for years and years and years.

I just started journalling again when I started therapy. I know my H wouldn't read what it is in it - he really isn't that curious about things. But I am REALLY paranoid about my mom finding it when she is here babysitting my kids - so I keep it on a high shelf in my closet in a bag under a bunch of stuff. Which sucks, because it's too hard to get to, so I never write in it!!! Need a better system. Hmmm.