Hyperhidrosis Memories: First Reader Shares a Memory

Earlier today I invited you readers to share your memories of hyperhidrosis…

Rising to that challenge is my friend Melissa, who shares a very poignant memory, which she calls…

Type Cast

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I do, I do!

Although it’s not my earliest memory, it’s  definitely one that stands out in my mind.

Fifth grade.

Typing class.

I remember the cardboard cases slid over our hands to assist with developing proper typing strokes without relying on looking at the keyboard.

While most kids were fixated on peeking, I was relieved I had something to mask the beads of sweat accumulating into puddles on each and every key.

I was too shy to carry a towel to wipe it down before the next class came in.

“Ewww, Melissa the keyboard is all wet!”

The look of horror on their faces.

One little boy in particular was always pointing it out – the beauty of assigned seating.

Seven years later he apologized in writing when he signed my senior yearbook.

— Melissa Stromblad

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