As a child, my emotions HAD TO BE suppressed, severely hushed. Shh. hush the severe anxiety (‘is life ending, right here, right now?)

Hush… it’s okay, cut off everything that makes it feel like it’s the end of the world.

Numb, numb… This is not happening to me. This is a dream, a movie, not really happening.

What followed was..50, 60 years of dissociated, emotional deadness and an emphasis on academic-like analysis.

Until I danced, really danced (see the photo above my name)- I danced, ha- ha, facilitated by red wine. That’s me dancing.

Anita