Holy fucking smokes, YIKES. OK, that's heroic origin story level.
It is kind of dramatic.
It's different when you're learning something previously unknown about your own experiences.
Exactly. Plus a lot of reactions which are normal for other people are not normal for me, so I never know where my emotional responses are going to fall—maybe it happens in books for other people, but not for me.
Not to be a me-too terrifying dog story, but there was a moment when I was six and chased by two He's A Nice Dog, Just Being Friendly big mean dogs, and my mother stood between me and them and clubbed the leading dog on the head with a pocketbook full of quarters.
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It is kind of dramatic.
It's different when you're learning something previously unknown about your own experiences.
Exactly. Plus a lot of reactions which are normal for other people are not normal for me, so I never know where my emotional responses are going to fall—maybe it happens in books for other people, but not for me.
Not to be a me-too terrifying dog story, but there was a moment when I was six and chased by two He's A Nice Dog, Just Being Friendly big mean dogs, and my mother stood between me and them and clubbed the leading dog on the head with a pocketbook full of quarters.
That is an excellent moment of parental heroism.