As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

what it had cost me, in aggregate, to manage that. The energy of constant small self-suppression. The mental arithmetic of making myself less threatening, less visible, less likely to draw the kind of attention that hurt. I had gotten very good at it. I had gotten so good at it that I stopped noticing I was doing it. It had become, over time, not a continue reading …