11:59pm June 27, 2014

Forced eye contact

When I was fifteen and sixteen, a few days a week I walked out of the house, into the barn.  In one room of the barn was a psychologist.  I did not look the psychologist in the eye.  The psychologist told me I would not get away with this.  He took his hand, karate-chop style, and hit me in the knee, in a spot calculated to hurt.  He continued to hit me in the knee, telling me that once I looked him in the eye, he would stop.  The more I looked away, the harder he hit.  The more I looked towards him, the softer he hit.  Until finally, I looked him in the eye.  I remember nothing of what happened after I looked him in the eye.  This was in 1996.

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