A Comic About Closets

Sorry to litter your page here with so many different replies, but something else occurred to me. One of the weirdnesses I learned fairly quickly to conceal is my Mutant Power. My Mutant Power is that I can look into someone's eyes and tell if they're trustworthy or not. But when I was a kid, it was more powerful. It was basically mind reading. I remember when it first got me into trouble: this kid named H. D. (for Harley Davidson, poor kid) was bullying me for some reason, and I looked into his eyes. I don't remember what I said after that, but I think it was something that revealed that I could tell that there was some kind of problem at home that made him act the way he did. Whatever it was, I do remember I got unnaturally specific about it. Well naturally, the "how the hell could you possibly know that" factor made him bully me even worse than before, we struggled over a stuffed animal I had taken to show and tell (Patch Cat, I still have him), and I got him (the toy) but his tail tore off. I somehow got the tail, too, and ran home crying.

But despite that, a year or two later I used my Mutant Power to try to figure out why this other kid was bullying me. I don't know what gave me the guts to do it, but I said something about it. I don't remember what I said, but I remember what I saw that prompted me to speak: I saw he was picking on me because he wanted to be my friend. (Well, in retrospect he had a crush on me, too, but I didn't understand that at the time.) So in that case, it worked out well. We became friends, and then later more than friends.

There are things I'm more open about, and things I'm less open about. But for the most part, I can fake being normal for a maximum of about three hours and then I am exhausted.

Amen. And for me, there are things about me I've only told a few trusted people.