“Mommy, I’m a big boy now. I can take a bath by myself,” my eight-year-old son says as he slingshots his Batman underwear into the hamper and dumps a bin of Lego into the tub. I wish I could say out loud — explain to him like I would to a reasonable adult — why this is […]
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“You know what happened is not actually your fault, right?” said Beth, my therapist, with eyebrows raised. I couldn’t meet her eyes, instead I stared out of the window at spring’s new leaves dancing along their sturdy branches. *** “Fine. Have a nice life!” These were his last words before slamming the phone down. […]
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