When I was a child I was very stressed and would draw pictures of kids my age who metaphorically represented myself being violently abused. I had hundreds of them. I wasn't a threat to anyone, I was just constantly hurting inside. I kept them very secret--I knew if people found them they'd be mad.
So the "advice" doled out in this column makes me INCREDIBLY fucking angry as a former kid who was repeatedly taken to task by teachers for "inappropriate" drawings, culminating in a 9th-grade suspension spurred by Columbine paranoia and residual Satanic Panic. Arionne here says that was JUSTIFIED.
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