For years, the question, “What is it you do?”, filled me with dread and anxiety. This seemingly innocent question that would inevitably get asked in many social situations resulted in me sweating profusely and turning bright red.
Read MoreFor years, the question, “What is it you do?”, filled me with dread and anxiety. This seemingly innocent question that would inevitably get asked in many social situations resulted in me sweating profusely and turning bright red.
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