I'm Not Giving a Trigger Warning

[misdiagnosed]

The first time I fell in love with a boy, I was fifteen years old.

I was going to church regularly then, and believed in God.

We met at a church retreat held on the grounds of University of San Diego.

He was a tall, hunched over mysterious type, sporting dark brown shoulder-length hair. His name was Mike Yu and he played bass guitar during

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[elhoserboy]

I used to wear long-sleeved shirts even in the middle of the summer in Los Angeles. One day my mother beckoned me over to her. She pushed my sleeves up and turned my arms over, looking for marks. There were none, she rolled my sleeves back down, and sent me on my way. It always bothered me that she never asked me what was wrong or why I always wore long sleeves--that she seemed satisfied that I wasn't trying to slash my wrists instead of trying to understand her son's strange behavior.

Nice writing, by the way.

[misdiagnosed]

Thanks, this entry was inspired by our recent conversations.

And that’s pretty telling about your mom’s approach to mental health.