My Surgery Story

I was talking to a new doctor the other day: explaining my surgical history. You see, I’ve had the same surgery twice. I first had reconstructive surgery when I was thirteen years old. My spine was an S-curve: both curves around 85-90 degrees. My right lung was collapsing and my heart was being squeezed. I had to have surgery to stay alive. I was and still am grateful to my surgeon.

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Trying to Respond to My Ten Year High School Reunion Invite with Mental Strength

I found out today that there is a high school reunion scheduled for September. I’ve been cordially invited to stay with a friend of mine from high school (and one of the only people I want to and can bear to talk to from high school). Thankfully, it was over facebook message so I could just click out of the page before responding instinctually.

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My Need for Reassurance Was A Source of Shame But Is Now a Source of Connection: Here is How

I don’t think it’s an accident that I started showing signs of OCD in my early preteen years, right around the time I entered middle school and started wearing a back brace part of the day, in addition to the nights, to correct my crooked spine.

I was afraid of other illnesses and accidents happening to me or my family. I worried that if I didn’t knock on wood (a casual superstition to many people), that I could cause bad things to happen to my loved ones. My Need for Reassurance- A Source of Shame But Now a Source of Connection. Here is How1 Continue reading “My Need for Reassurance Was A Source of Shame But Is Now a Source of Connection: Here is How”