It was my worst nightmare come to life. I avoid any situation that reminds me of my past as an outcast. Since I still live in the town of my childhood, avoiding it altogether is out of the question. After all, I drive past my high school and elementary school every single morning on my way to work sans trauma. That being said, I associate my past pain more with situations than places. I don’t like being the center of attention when among strangers, and I don’t like people looking at me and whispering. But here I was, all the same. ...