I turn beet red from the chest up to the scalp, sometimes heat radiates off my skin. When I get embarrassed I babble, talk extremely fast, and the pitch goes up the longer I go on.

T must think I'm screeching at her like a harpy, and the redness doesn't fade for hours after I go home. So the shame sort of sticks with me.

And that one time I sat so far down to the edge of the chair during guided imagery, I almost fell off on my rump!! Darn slippery upholstery!

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