Sometimes you don’t get a second chance.
boy-girl relationships
How Passivity Cost Me, Part 2
The bathroom was my hiding place as a passive teenage girl. Not just when I needed time to myself on lonely nights. I used the bathroom as an escape during dates, when the situation rose beyond my control.
How Passivity Cost Me, Part 1
One day in January of my junior year I was startled to hear a boy calling out my name in the hallway between classes. I literally jumped when he spoke to me. I knew him slightly; we had shared a few classes. There he was, asking me ON A DATE.
A Letter to the 15-Year-Old Me, June 1993
Let’s have a cup of tea and talk for a while.
I know you’re confused, embarrassed, and ashamed about what happened with this boy.
A War Within: Touch vs. Isolation
Curiosity. Fear. Excitement. Worry. Freedom. Suppression.
This tug-of-war waged inside me as a young teen.