Sometimes you just— you know that feeling, like, a sudden regression? When something completely innocuous just... takes you out? Like, I was in a meeting this afternoon, a performance review, very high-stakes, right? And the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about this one time in 7th grade math, during a test on fractions, and I just— leaked. Through my khakis. And had to get up and walk to the nurse’s office, past all thirty-two of my classmates, you know? Like, the sheer, visceral humiliation of that— it just hit me again, out of nowhere, right there in front of my director and the VP. And now I’m just... stuck on it. I don’t even know what that *is*. Is it like, a maladaptive coping mechanism or something? Why *that*? Why now?