October 1994-October 1995
Eleventh grade was when I really freaked out. I was in class one day and sassed a substitute teacher. When he sassed me back, I walked out. I had to leave because I didn’t want anyone to see me cry. I went into the office and called my mom to pick me up. I cried uncontrollably while I waited. Mom let me cry and when she blamed my period, I didn’t have words to explain what it really was. What it really was, was a panic attack. I’ve had a lot more of them since then. I’m basically an expert.
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