I don’t think my mom meant to hurt me when she’d say loudly, and with laughing bemusement, that I couldn’t “carry a tune in a bucket.”
But it did hurt then, hurt across my life in so many ways, and still hurts now. Not in a way in which I cling to it like an injured party who can’t self-regulate and integrate life’…
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