I spent the better part of my 20s with the belief that one could never really know the pain of others. That it is presumptuous to try. I got mad at my partners for being unsympathetic to my cycles. I got mad at my mother for saying she could feel my pain. I always gave her a hard time for having what I called, “me too’s!”
Each time I was sick, growing u…
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