We Can't Ever Leave The Room: New Blog by Melissa Parker

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My parents simply didn’t believe in telling me I was disabled. But I knew there was something. I remember the first time I realised I was something else. I was clasping my Winnie-the-Pooh toy so hard that my fingers ached; they were pressed down and red, biting into the yellow fuzz. I remember the smell of the hospital. Years later, my throat still reacts instinctively,retching. In the seconds bef…