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CM:
It feels like I do. What’s sad is that my mom was the only person I wanted to tell at the time. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, there was this look on her face. Disgust. Like I was disgusting. “You’re fourteen years old!” She kept saying that over and over. “Only fourteen.” As if I’d committed a crime. And then she said …
EB:
You don’t have to tell me if it’s upsetting.
CM:
No, I want to. I feel like I need to … She said, “I can’t believe you have so little self-respect.”
EB:
I’m sorry. That’s very mean. What did you say?
