Exit strategy

As the final minutes of the session drew near, I watched the hands of the clock intently, giving mental sounds to each tick of the second hand. Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s almost time, I tell myself. I feel my heart beat a little fast. My body feels warmer and my mouth is dry. I could…

You are not I.

My neighbors give me dirty looks – not the sexual kind. They stare at me with their distinct, stigmatizing expressions and I definitely feel the weight of their unfounded judgement on my shoulders. You would think, after more than a decade of being judged as someone that I am not, I would get used to…