My Daughter Was 15 When She Finally Looked Me in the Eye and Whispered, “I Don’t Tell Dad When I’m Hurting Anymore. He Says I Only Do It for Attention.” The Next Afternoon, I Checked Her Out of School and Drove Her to the Hospital Without a Word to My Husband. Halfway Through the Scan, the Technician Went Completely Quiet.
Drawing and school and being nice.
But I mean volleyball.”
I decided against giving her a pep talk.
“Then let’s just be sad about volleyball for a minute.”
We drove through the quiet streets in silence.
A few blocks later she asked if we could stop and buy pencils.
The art store had a narrow aisle packed with sketchbooks, and she spent twenty minutes comparing charcoal sets, happy to be choosing something that had nothing to do with her body.
Back home, Dr.
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