This post is for Kem. When I was younger, my parents kept my sickle cell a huge secret. They didn’t want me categorized and stigmatized as a Sickler. Although it was a good move in some areas on their part, it left me feeling like I was living a double
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When I was a freshman in college, I worked part time at the Social Sciences building for this teacher, grading reports and filing her paperwork. It was my first semester, and although I had alot of friends and acquaintances, I was still operating under my former credo (Tell No one).
What’s up fam? It’s been a week and surprisingly I’ve been well. Very well in fact. Nothing much to report…I think the L Arginine is really giving me a boost nowadays. It’s like my own personal crunk juice/spinach. Speaking of spinach, when I was younger in high school, the house
After graduation, I did some college in Nigeria and then a year later my parents decided to ship us all back to the US because they figured I would get better medical treatment for my sickle cell over there than back home. I’ve always wanted to go back to America
Thanks to Diva being at every school I ever attended…I was able to have a relatively stable life in high school. She deflected the drama, created the drama and did whatever it was to take the limelight off me. People barely even noticed those weeks that I was sick—she was
I say weird because for some wacky reason, it was still a taboo. My parents were afraid to let anyone know that I wasn’t ‘normal’ for fear that when I was of marriageable age, no man would want to marry me. Apparently this has happened regularly to alot of spinsters
