YSJ Anthology 2015
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as bad. Now they call me and it doesn’t bother me, just as it never<br />
bothered Mother. And it never bothered John.<br />
The relationship I now have with John is the strongest I have ever<br />
had with any man. Actually, who am I kidding? I’ve never had a<br />
relationship with a man. At least not that sort. Men don’t even notice<br />
me. Except for Grandad of course, who loved me unconditionally and<br />
left me well provided for. My father tried to ignore my existence as<br />
much as he could and as for my brother, well... two years older and<br />
the only physical contact was a punch to the stomach every time he<br />
passed me and he thought mother wasn’t looking. And those men at<br />
the hospitals, they didn’t manage to pin their fancy label on me. All<br />
that fine talk about disorders and clusters didn’t get them<br />
anywhere. They couldn’t come to an agreement, wittering on in their<br />
esoteric gobbledegook; was I paranoid, schizoid, schizotypal,<br />
delusional, erratic, disturbing, antisocial, borderline, histrionic,<br />
narcissistic, avoidant, dependant or obsessive? And those are just the<br />
ones I can remember. Then Grandad came to get me and gave me a<br />
job in his factory office and things settled down for a while.<br />
As I finish stacking the newspapers away, I turn and catch a rare<br />
sight of myself. There is a full length mirror on the back of each of<br />
the three bedroom doors. I cannot get to the one in my parents<br />
room. It is crammed with papers. They are piled high to the ceiling<br />
and there is a smell beginning to pervade the already stale air in<br />
there, which I would rather not acknowledge. So I keep their door<br />
firmly closed. On the rare occasion that I need to look in the mirror, I<br />
use this one, in my brother’s room. It is much kinder than the one in<br />
mine, and easier to get to. The newspapers have taken over much of<br />
his room too but he won’t care. He lives in Australia now, or maybe<br />
New Zealand. Might even be Canada.<br />
I stand in front of it, like a newly arrested criminal about to have her<br />
photograph taken for police files. A mug shot, only full length. I start<br />
at the top because that’s the best bit, my crowning glory. Whatever<br />
else I lack in the dazzling department, it’s never been in my hair. But<br />
I always keep it tightly tied back and when out in public I wear a hat.<br />
I tug at the tight elastic band restraining it and shake it free. It<br />
cascades down onto my shoulder with a sense of huge relief at its<br />
rare and sudden freedom. I still keep myself clean so it does look<br />
beautiful. Glossy and naturally blonde with highlights that look as if<br />
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