OTC 9.1: Control

on_thecouch 9.1: Control.

I haven’t had much control over my life—not until the last few years, anyway. And even then… It’s only just lately that I’ve really started to feel in control. Of myself, anyway.

Which, really, is the important thing. Because I can’t afford to not be in control. Of myself.

Go ahead—call me a control freak. Maybe I am. Can you blame me? I spent fourteen years so controlled by my mother that I didn’t dare make a decision without her approval. Even just deciding what to have for lunch was beyond my ability. I hated it, but that’s how it was. Mom home schooled me so she could enroll me in every kind of class imaginable. It’s a good thing she did that, instead of teaching me herself, because I don’t even want to think about what my social skills would have been like otherwise.

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