February 9, 2022
Our daughter, Two, and Arti visited a couple of weekends ago and for a moment it was borderline traumatic. While Arti was playing with Play-Doh at the kitchen table, I heard grandma say, “Let him mix the colors. It’s fine.”
I instantly broke into a cold sweat and felt a current of anxiety stream through my body, like a needle pulling a course of thread from my scalp to the tip of my big toe. And it made no sense to Me why.
For most of my adolescent life, and much of my adult li...
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