Meanwhile the desire to express myself grew. The few signs I used became less and less adequate, and my failures to make myself uood were invariably followed by outbursts of passion. I felt as if invisible hands were holding me, and I made frantic efforts to free myself. I struggled--not that struggling helped matters, but the spirit of resistance was strong within me; I generally broke down in tears and physical exhaustion. If my mother happeo be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest. After awhile the need of some means of unication became sent that these outbursts occurred daily, sometimes hourly.
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