I’ve gotten a number of messages lately about my essay on trauma and transition, I Did Not Consent To My Body. I’m always so touched when people share what it means to them. Thank you all so much.
If you haven’t read it yet but are interested, I invite you to read here:
https://medium.com/@mayrpeterson/i-did-not-consent-to-my-body-7e36c6b53ee1
If you haven’t read it yet but are interested, I invite you to read here:
https://medium.com/@mayrpeterson/i-did-not-consent-to-my-body-7e36c6b53ee1
Comments
and also a bit traumatizing, which i know you’ll understand that even though that wasn’t your intention.
i locked myself in the bathroom, feeling existential despair about my future body, not having the words to describe why i felt intense jealousy over the other packet.
and wanting to die.
I did think about retraumatization, including minor forms, a lot when I wrote this (as the text probably makes clear)
Take a walk, be quiet, breathe.
I wonder what you'd make of me riffing off this piece once I'm done with the book?