By the third grade, I took changing schools for granted. I was on my eighth school placement. Some had lasted only a few weeks, some an enitre school year, but eventually I either wore out my welcome, or adults removed me for my own safety…(read more)
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What if someone made a compilation of your most vulnerable moments?
What if there was a running, public tally of your flaws and mistakes?
What if they told you that collection of fragile moments, flaws, and mistakes was all you were?
What if your needs, wants, and desires were judged solely on whether they were palatable to others?
What if you were treated as a set of behaviors with no intrinsic worth of your own?
It would hurt.
It's Bridget's Word 