I was helping my father repair a telephone connection. It was a landline, and sometimes inside that small dabba with all the connectors, the screws would come loose. A tiny electric current pulsed, and I dropped it, surprised by the shock in my fingers. It happened again, and I dropped it once again, and my father snapped, irritated with having to start all over again, “Don’t behave like a girl. That small current won’t hurt you.”
How I met my body
How I met my body
How I met my body
I was helping my father repair a telephone connection. It was a landline, and sometimes inside that small dabba with all the connectors, the screws would come loose. A tiny electric current pulsed, and I dropped it, surprised by the shock in my fingers. It happened again, and I dropped it once again, and my father snapped, irritated with having to start all over again, “Don’t behave like a girl. That small current won’t hurt you.”