I’m a somewhat half-hearted member of Linkedin. I say half-hearted because I have literally a dozen connections, two of which are with co-workers. I haven’t used it to its full potential by any means.
I recently got an invitation that I’m pretty certain will not help me realize LinkedIn’s full potential either.
It was from none other than Dr. Salsa. My RE. The man whose face I gleefully peed in, who harvested my eggs twice, wanded me more than a TSA agent, and finally impregnated me. That Dr. Salsa.
My first inclination was ah, no. No, not even with a cherry on top. The man has seen my private parts way too many times for me to be able to accept his invitation without blushing. He saw me at my most vulnerable, on multiple occasions. He literally has a map of my uterus. How can I possibly be publicly linked to him?
It took me a few days to realize that a) it’s very unlikely that anyone who sees that we are linked would assume that the only reason was because he was my doctor; but b) even if these facts weren’t advertised on Linkedin, I would know. I would know everytime that I saw that we were in the same network that the only reason I know him was because he helped me to get pregnant. I’m not embarrassed by this – I tell people all the time that we had trouble conceiving Rex. I just want to be able to have that conversation – or NOT – at my choosing, not because a prospective client sees that I am linked to an RE. Would they necessarily assume that’s the only connection? No. There are several other legitimate reasons why I might be networked to Dr. Salsa, but there would always be that question in their minds.
I’m all for being friends and sharing, but as Nancy Regan taught me, I think I will just say no this time.