I Should Be Allowed To Think: How one TMBG lyric nailed what it felt like growing up gaslit.
I broke down a TMBG song about performative rebellion and accidentally used it to unpack my childhood with a BPD parent.

Standing in the doorway of my parents’ bedroom, my feet are beginning to tingle. I’m reminding myself of a trick I learned in elementary school choir: don’t lock your knees or you’ll pass out. Or fall over. I can’t remember…


