M

There was a girl on the Teen Psych Ward with me.  Her name was M.  I never spoke much to M, she was getting better as I was getting worse and she was a day patient when I arrived. I was 14 and she was nearly 18. But I always felt oddly connected to her.  I liked the way she wore her clothes and a certain style about her I couldn’t put my finger on.  It crossed my mind, but never in so many words, whether she might be Like Me.  I just had a feeling.  On her Leaving Day, we sat around and her therapists gave speeches, and one of them said it had been great watching M come out as a “young lesbian.”  I knew that all along, my voiceless thoughts had been right.  And I wanted to kick myself for not speaking to her before.

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