This Still Counts, Right?

I went to a chiropractic intern today. My back has been hurting but I’ve been putting it off. I had a number of things running through my head during the exam.

•  It’s sort of a joke at work that I rarely hug people and I don’t like strangers touching me. It dawned on me today that it’s a good thing that I went to someone I know. The physical exam is, as the intern put it, handsy and think I probably would have freaked out if I had gone to a stranger. It was still uncomfortable but at least I didn’t have a panic attack. I think my dislike of people touching me stems from being a sexual assault survivor. Yeah, I should probably get therapy for that.
• I have an idea for a series of essays that will explore some very uncomfortable topics. Basically, it will be a series of letters to people, some of which I know, but most are to public figures.
• For whatever reason, I’ve been thinking about how my brain and/or my anti-depressant medication protects me.

And that’s all she wrote.