When ‘Niceness’ Is Emotional Abuse

I met B during my long and painful NYSC year. B was a medical student, top of his class, the kind of guy mothers described as ‘having prospects.’ We became friends soon after; having long phone conversations, exchanging sarcasm laden barbs and making routine cinema runs. It wasn’t long before he was talking about transitioning… Continue reading When ‘Niceness’ Is Emotional Abuse