I have no doubt that she did what she did with the best of intentions. But, it has left me with a complex that I’m not entirely sure the DSM IV has been made aware of. I still get anxious in public restrooms. It’s almost impossible for me to relax enough to use one. My hygienic sanity barely hangs on by a thin string when I’m at my own house, let alone in public.
June 6, 2009
“I hope you’re not wadding,” she said.
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