Reflecting on the pieces I’ve written here thus far, one might get the impression that NotSoDeepSouth is a trembling pile of human wreckage. Nothing could be further from the truth. I hardly tremble at all. But seriously, here’s a sample of stories I’ve contributed:
- How Did I Get This Scar?
- How I Dropped out of High School and into a Cult
- Growing up with ADHD
- My Experience with “Reparative Therapy”
- In The Wake of Sexual Abuse
My analyst likes to tell me that any one of these events would be enough to keep us talking for a good while but all of them together makes it seem like a minor miracle that I’m still alive. I recall staring at her blankly when she said this. What does one say to that? Continue reading