Suzy reads every email her 15-year-old son writes to his girlfriend. How? Months ago, David borrowed his mother’s laptop. When he returned it, she realized that he’d forgotten to log out of his email account. Which means that when her son is in his bedroom emailing his girlfriend about what a witch his mom is, his mother is in her home office down the hall, reading every word.
“I’m not an interfering snoop,” she says to me. “I’m an involved, caring parent.”
Suzy knew the moment David and his girlfriend became sexually active. She phoned Allie’s mom, and the two moms planned strategy. They figured that they couldn’t stop the kids, but Allie’s mom did make sure that her daughter was using effective birth control.
And Suzi continues to keep Allie’s mom in the loop about what the kids are up to. When Allie sent David an email boasting about the foolproof hiding place she’d found for her drug stash, Suzi quickly phoned Allie’s mom so she could find and flush it.
David is personable and bright, Suzy tells me, but he’s also impulsive and immature. “I’m going to make sure he graduates high school and gets into college if it kills me,” she vows.
As for violating her son’s privacy? That’s a small price to pay, she feels, to achieve that goal.
Privacy is history
My friend Deb doesn’t have the same window into her own son’s private life, but sometimes when he’s in the shower, she’ll slip into his bedroom and take a peek at the browsing history on the laptop he’s left open on his desk.
“So what do you find?” I ask.
“Nothing special,” she shrugs. “Gaming, music. A little porn. All perfectly normal. But if he ever gets into anything weird or dangerous, I’ll know about it.”
Is there anything wrong with this snooping? “When our mom cleaned my brother’s room,” Deb says, “she used to find the Playboys he’d stashed under his mattress. What’s the difference?”
Whenever George, an attorney in his fifties, writes a personal email, his 14-year-old son can read every line. Computer-savvy Sam set up and maintains both his dad’s and mom’s computers. His folks broke up two years ago, but because he continues to help them with everything computer-related, he’s able to access their email accounts.
When his mom remarried, Sam became the go-to computer person for his new stepdad as well. Which means that whenever his folks fire angry emails back and forth about custody and visitation, their son is in the loop, reading over their shoulders.
Beth and Ted are both retired academics in their seventies. During one of our recent chats, Beth confided that she knows that her husband of 40 years visits internet porn sites. “He has no idea that I access his browsing history,” she told me. “He stays up and looks at sex sites after I go to sleep. In the morning, he sleeps in and I check out where he’s been over my morning coffee.” She grins. “It sure beats reading the obits.”
Does his porn surfing trouble her? “It would bother me if our sex life wasn’t good,” she says, “but I figure this is what he does instead of being unfaithful. So, really, it works for both of us.”
“If he knew that you knew, would he be shocked?” I ask.
“Probably.” She smiles. “But he’ll never know.”
Revealing your secrets
So I wasn’t at all surprised when all of those “private” sexy celebrity photos and Sony corporate emails were recently leaked all over the Internet.
Internet privacy? You’re kidding me, right? There’s no such thing.
“Email is skywriting,” a friend who is also a divorce lawyer often reminds me. “Never say or do anything online that you wouldn’t be comfortable reading about on the front page of your daily newspaper.”
“If you reveal your secrets to the wind,” the poet Kahlil Gibran once said, “you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.”
And if you reveal your secrets to your laptop, you should not blame it for revealing them to your spouse, your mom, your boss, Matt Drudge, People Magazine or The Channel Ten News team.
The next time you go online, just imagine that the entire world is reading over your shoulder. It might encourage you to keep your secrets to yourself.
And if not? I look forward to reading all about you in the National Enquirer.
(First published by www.zestnow.com)