Just Checking In
H ey! It’s me, A.K. I just want to check in. I wrote an essay for my English class along the lines of my previous post. But it was about how I hid in isolation because of who I am; how I present. Because that’s what I did for so long. It didn’t help that my mom kept me trapped in isolation and that was part of it. But I stopped fighting her because of the looks I got back in Utah. I’m so accustomed to those looks, my body feels the trauma from it and expects them here, in San Diego. I’m afraid to be myself. Because of the looks, and the comments. I’m getting some new clothes. And a haircut. I think that’ll help me feel better. Help me feel more comfortable being me. I also realized I just rush from class to class, not even looking at the flyers posted around campus, that could be announcing clubs that I may be interested in. I really want to join a club. We (my wife and I) figured out it comes from always having to be somewhere my whole life. Not being allowed to just be out. I had t...