Jennifer Masciola
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It's Going to Be OK, right?
I have anxiety. Recently they started saying it was PTSD. Drs love putting labels on things. Then they can be fixed, only then they can be corrected. I have many nervous ticks. The sudden clash as my kids drop a toy, or a co-worker brushes against me walking by too closely, I flinch. I sleep curled up in a ball and far too often hold my breath and find comfort at the constant picking at my finger tips, but maybe it’s a distraction, just taking emotional pain from one place, any putting it somewhere else, somewhere physical.
By Jennifer Masciola5 years ago in Psyche
A Child's Secret
I always liked thunderstorms. I counted the loud unexpected booms and cracks late into the night. 1….2…3… I still heard the yelling downstairs. 4…5….6. They could easily outlast even the longest storms. Soon enough the counting stopped distracting me and I crawl out of bed and press my ear to the door. I don’t know what a chat message is, or why my dad is mad about it. But I strain to hear more. Yesterday was about something called a Visa, today I finally understand its about the new computer. I almost never get a turn but when I do it’s always fun to press the little squares until the mines blow up. I should tell him how fun the computer is, and he shouldn’t be so mad. But I jump as the bathroom door slams and I hear crying. 7….8….9. I’m afraid when the pounding on the bathroom door starts, and the counting still isn’t working.
By Jennifer Masciola5 years ago in Families
