“I don’t know if she really meant it. Not wanting me, that is. I was very aware when an infant. Not sure if I understood the exact words – but I definitely understood implications of unhappiness.
So when my world was upended as the car’s sudden-screaching stop barely missed the cliff’s edge and my soft, still open fontanels impacted into the gas peddle’s region, the searing pain ‘s compression sent me out of my body in order to live through it.
It was my first dissociative experience. Why was I being punished?”
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