A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

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The first time someone I’d never met wrote to say, “Your story made me realize I wasn’t crazy, that what was happening to me had a name,” something in my chest unclenched.

I wasn’t alone in this. I’d never been alone. I’d just been isolated by people who benefited from continue reading …