Itstarted when I was pretty young. I didn’t understand the shame or havewords for thefeelings of inadequacy. No one said anything, or even indicated they knew I had a problem, but slowly, certain things gave me pause. One memory stands out: On a hot summer day, my Mom had called me and my brotherinfor lunch. […]
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Published on February 11, 2016 10:27