Bodies

Unconscious

July 2011

My parents were okay with me dating a boy at the age of fifteen, even if they weren't comfortable with it. I hadn't expected them to be okay with it but I didn't like hiding things from them. Years later, my sister would be the same age and interested in a girl. The conversations were different. I think everyone who has met me knows I'm not one to hide things. I never hid a loud laugh or a small diagnosis with anxiety, though I worried constantly that I was lying about this to myself, that I was making a big fuss so I'd have an excuse to be strange and to get away with things. I never hid an interest in other girls either, but perhaps I was unaware of it. In any case, the implications went largely ignored.

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