Do you find people have the almost irrestible urge to touch your bald head?
Not so far. But I do find that when I touch my own head, it feels like someone else's. Or maybe my hand feels like someone else's hand.When Stephanie, who is five years old, and has never known me other than how I was, saw me for the first time, she was utterly speechless. Eyes big as saucers, she pursed her lips and stared. I think she wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream.
When Sam was a baby and nursing (she was about three months old), I would leave her once a week to travel from Deep River to Ottawa by bus (2 and a half hours away) to take a writing course with Jack Hodgins at the University of Ottawa. Bob would feed her with a bottle. One day when I was gone, he chose that day to shave off his beard - Sam freaked. Who was this bald-faced man feeding her? And where were her father and mother? (It is probably the source of any neurosis she experiences, or will experience, in adult life...).
Ah, things are so much better now that we have babies on the assembly line and can feed them from tubes...
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