Daddy’s Birthday Gift Killed Me
Language: en
Claustrophobia wasn't just a fear I couldn't shake; it was the monster that lived in my chest, a suffocating nightmare I had battled for years. On my eighteenth birthday, my father—a renowned clinical psychologist—announced he had a special gift to mark my transition into adulthood. He had meticulously retrofitted a small room in our basement into a complete sensory deprivation chamber. And then, he locked me inside. Through the heavy door, I could hear the muffled cheers of my friends shouting, "You got this, Nico!" mingled with the irritated sighs of my stepmother, telling me to stop…