Please note that this excerpt comes with a minor content warning for needles (in the context of therapeutic settings). As always, read with care.
Please, please don’t touch my wrists. Please. Please.
I don’t actually recall if I say it quite in that manner. But I do start the way I always do, by way of explanation. With a smile and a chuckle that conveys exactly how crazy I am. But I’m the charming kind of crazy, with a wry, self-deprecating smile. The kind that is at least a little self-aware, and very apologetic: I know it’s unreasonable, even inconvenient.