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This happened enough times that I felt broken. Clearly, I was incapable of handling a simple task like cooking, and the friction of me struggling wasn’t something my partner could tolerate. The miasma of frustration obfuscated reason or calm. I would retreat with my shame, sitting with it until it settled into another stratum. What was so wrong with me that I couldn’t get this right?
Back then, I didn’t realize how much shame informed how I operated in the world.
Alternate title: @keenan proves they’re a better writer than you
But for real, it’s such a moving piece and the only way to experience it, IMO, is as the exquisite audioblog.
@jarrod haha, Jarrod, thank you for the very kind words. I’m so glad to hear that it resonated with you. Though I don’t know if I could ever endorse the alternate title. ;)
Also, just a friendly correction that I use they/them pronouns.
@keenan Ah, shit, I knew that. I’m sorry. I’ve edited it, though I’m not sure if/when it will propagate to the Fediverse.
@jarrod all good! :)