I grew up an (undiagnosed) mentally ill and (closeted) queer black girl in predominately white communities. It took years for me to realize that my shyness could be attributed to social anxiety or that the feeling of being an outsider looking in may have been because every aspect of my being ran counter to the status quo. It would have been even more difficult to name and explore what I was dealing with if I hadn’t had the internet. The internet has given us normalization for the stigmatized, representation for the invisible, and community for the isolated.
Editorial: Diary of A Sad Black Girl
Scripting From Scratch 