A Worthwile Conference

 

Damn she hated these things, the meeting of the minds in her chosen field, which usually degenerated into a bunch of well-educated adults engaged in the kind of name-calling she’d thought she’d left behind in fourth grade. It wasn’t quite “Did So – Did Not” but the equivalent – “It should be obvious to the meanest intellect…” wasn’t much different. Her specialty, if you wanted to call it a specialty, was deviant behavior. Well, it used to be deviant behavior. Since the changes in the DSM the most interesting people to her – BDSM lifestyle advocates – were no longer so classified. She sighed – they were undoubtedly happier without interference from the medical community, but were they neglected? She was more concerned that her world abandoned them.

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