Tag: ssri and self cutting

My method had to involve some kind of loophole so that my death wasn’t technically by my own hand. Then it came to me: my eating disorder.

When I was born, everyone was expecting me to have arms. The doctor's mind raced; how am I going to tell this mother and the father that their son has hands but not arms? If he's missing so much in his extremities, mustn’t he also be missing a mind? My mom looked into my eyes and knew - in a way that only mothers know - that I had a mind, and spirit.