Observing my daughter from this unfamiliar passenger-seat vantage point, I momentarily see her as the young adult that she is.
It is not my patient but his mother, truly, who captivates me. She is a teenager in foster care. I sit with this mother every afternoon.
Still, the mom in me was struggling. LJ said they were nonbinary. Female didn't fit, but neither did male.
After months of being stretched beyond comprehension, I had broken open—literally torn—and now I feel shattered to pieces.