It was a sports massage therapist who told me there was a name for the particulars of my body. I was twenty-five, used to seeing massage therapists who treated the knots in my shoulders as a challenge, and were baffled by the way I was tickled by pressure that should have been painful.
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The Gift of Diagnosis
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It was a sports massage therapist who told me there was a name for the particulars of my body. I was twenty-five, used to seeing massage therapists who treated the knots in my shoulders as a challenge, and were baffled by the way I was tickled by pressure that should have been painful.