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We visit counsellors
because we need help.
Because at some points,
the world is a hurricane
we have no control over.
My counsellor
was my hurricane,
my mess.
Because once
I stepped to her office,
all I wanted to do was open up.
I wanted to deal
with my anxiety attacks.
I wanted someone
to talk to about my sexuality.
And after doing all of that,
after learning about my bisexuality,
she explained it again.
As if I didn't know
how sex works,
as if I never learnt
that in my sophomore.
Then, she moved her fingers
to places I'd never mention.
She moved her fingers
as if I'll let her do it.
I did.
Not because I said yes
but because I didn't say anything.
I was
too shocked
to say no.
And she never found it wrong
to screw up someone's life
with one touch of
simple joy.
-anonymous #5.
