Speed Bumps of
Surveillance
The first thing I do when entering a room is to check for
cameras.
And on really bad days I feel as though my life is in
jeopardy. On good days I can get around okay and do what I have to do with only
minor speed bumps. That’s not my desired term; it’s what my therapist calls my
episodes.
He says that speed bumps are nothing more than a momentary
inconvenience. But if you don’t see them, or are in a rush, the bumps have the
ability to disable the car. When he first told me of the metaphor I got lost in
thought over what type of car my brain would be.
Patrick Trotti
Patrick Trotti is a freelance writer based in Rochester, New
York. To find out more go to www.patricktrotti.com.
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