My father’s heavy hand pushed on the back of my neck, to hush me, get me down, and be quiet.
|34thParallel Magazine||Mar 10|
It’s okay now. Stand up. You don’t have to feel less than, unworthy, or not good enough.
MY DIAGNOSIS SEEN AND UNSEEN BY JERRI HARRELL
I was held like a prisoner.
I knew the drill: remove all clothes above waist, put on patient gown, sit and sit and sit in the waiting room until name called.
Then arms up, down, side, squeeze,…