Oct 20, 2020
11 min read
On Living Through and Writing About Trauma
My roommate invites me into his room and I automatically sit on the floor with my back against the wall. Others sit upon his bed and ask with concern whether I want to join them but I do not and say I’m fine sitting on the floor. I feel a strange mixture of fear and embarrassment in relation to the thought of sitting on his bed even though my back and legs are aching. I pretend to be comfortable and engaged in…
