I am three years old. I am not a loud or rambunctious child, but I am constantly humming to myself. Mom will find this habit charming until the day I learn to whistle. I am four years old. My mother wants to brush my hair, the way she always dreamed of brushing her daughter’s silky hair as though she were a doll. I do not … Continue reading Actually Autistic?
It was more than 20 years ago, but I still remember that day clearly. I was in first grade. We were standing in the lunch line when I noticed the two boys behind me giggling and pointing. They were giggling and pointing at me, but I didn’t know why. Finally, one of them blurted out, “What are you doing?!” What was I doing? I glanced down and … Continue reading File Under “Odd”
CW: discussion of childhood trauma, mention of assault The most traumatic part of my assault was actually a decision I made directly afterwards. I didn’t even realize I was making a decision, and at such a tender age I should’ve never been in a position to have had to make said decision. I had finally found my mother, the mission I’d originally been on when … Continue reading Choose You