Diagnosis by Sharon Olds

 
By the time I was six months old, she knew something
was wrong with me.  I got looks on my face 
she had not seen on any child 
in the family, or in the extended family, 
or the neighborhood.  My mother took me in 
to the pediatrician with kind hands,
a doctor with a name like a suit size for a wheel:
Hub Long.  My mom did not tell him 
what she thought in truth, that I was Possessed.
It has just these strange looks on my face—
He held me and conversed with me, 
chatting as one does with a baby, and my mother 
said, She’s doing it now. Look! 
She’s doing it now!  and the doctor said, 
What your daughter has 
is called a sense 
of humor.  Ohhh, she said and took me 
back to the house where that sense would be tested 
and found to be incurable.

~ from One Secret Thing (Alfred A Knopf, 2008)
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