Overwhelmed...

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I usually only ever feel overwhelmed when I try to fit myself somewhere on the spectrum of "normal" human behavior. Growing up, being different was our "crime", our "fatal flaw" that we were to cover up from prying eyes at all costs.

The ultimate reproof from mom was "What would people THINK?!?!?" and so ingrained is that ever important question that I'm sometimes a dysfunctional adult because of it. 

It's easy to SAY "f&%k it! I don't care what they think!... much more difficult to actually DO. 

 

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