At my own graduation, my father sla:pped me so hard my cap hit the floor. “You don’t deserve that degree,” he spat, while my mother screamed, “You’re just a failure in a gown!”

building for questioning while I sat outside with Chloe, still dressed in my graduation gown and pressing an ice pack against my cheek.

“You did it,” Chloe said softly.

I looked down at my diploma.

“I didn’t want to do it like this.”

“I know.”

That was the part nobody talks about when they tell you to stand up for yourself. It does not always feel empowering.continue reading …