Dr. Sherwin hasn’t even begun to work with me on my weirdness to sex when we have so much else to unpack, like my catastrophizing, anxiety, and apparent OCD—while I repel people, apparently, I collect mental illnesses like trading cards—but apparently, it makes sense. To him. Which, yippee for me. I’ve been neglected so many times, and sexualized so many others, that I need trust before I can go there.
