They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything – The Archivist

usual shape: the work, the apartment, the ordinary maintenance of an ordinary existence. But something had shifted in the quality of my relationship to my own history, to the accumulated record of choices my family had made about how to treat me and choices I had made about how to respond.

I had been, for a long time, someone who absorbed.

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