Category: Grief

For a long time, I was convinced I was ahead of my peers. I was an intelligent boy who was quick to pick up reading, writing, and doing math. Extremely curious, I also knew more than most of my classmates. I believed I was more mature as well. After all, I had lived through the illness and loss of my mother before most …

I was a very nervous child. I often blinked my eyes. I picked my nose. I involuntarily shrugged my shoulders. I reached into my pants to shift my genitals. Some of my behaviors may have been natural for my age, but they weren’t socially accepted. I wasn’t supposed to put my hands in my pants in public. I was told not to …