What’s Wrong With Me. Maybe. Probably? IDK.
The first boy to ever kiss me — even just a peck on the cheek was named James. We were playing during the summer at daycare on the playset in the back, and he didn’t ask for permission. I remember telling the person responsible for watching us and I remember being told that he had ADD, so he couldn’t control himself.
And that was it. My first encounter, both of being hushed for a boy touching me without consent, and with the words “ADD” and in such a negative connotation.