The taunts that were directed at me were swirling all around me and I only looked up from my book for a moment to see where they were directed. I quickly realized that they were directed at me and that I was, “strange” and “weird” for being in the world of my book that I loved. Comfortable with who I was I continued to read my book and enjoy the safety and comfort that it created for me, and the buffer that it created around me. I dive into the world of my book as the world falls away again.