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Sometimes you get sucked in. Sometimes it catches you when you’re driving or chopping up vegetables or doing something that shouldn’t feel automatic but is and suddenly you’re washing your hands or signing a Cross or repeating “It’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true” over and over and over again until your hands are raw and your arm is sore and your voice is hoarse and you can’t stop…
From the moment I emerged, bloody and screaming from my mother’s womb she resented me. Every time music would play my infant ears would perk up and my joints would become ridged, my tiny Michelin Man arms crunching back and forth in an adorable mechanical motion. My dad would say things like “my baby girl sure does pop a mean robot!” which only made my mother hate me more.