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On my worst days, any type of physical intimacy ends in hellish claustrophobia; I’m buried under layers of shame, wrapped in an endless cycle of revulsion at my body, and I can’t escape.
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“Don’t let strangers touch you.” And yet it is seldom strangers, I learned long before I was a teenager, who do you harm.
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