The following memoir piece titled, “Teeth,” is an excerpt from my final project, Breaking the Silence Behind the Doors of my Family and Body: Wearing Words, for my Disability Narratives course. Teeth   My heart thumps and pounds just like an intruder breaking down the door to steal the jewels inside, and my hands shake out of my control—it is like some stranger has detached my own hands and reattached unwanted hands onto my arms—almost a Frankenstein’s creature type of reattachment—and I cannot seem to string words together to speak coherent sentences because my mind is clouded with panic, and I have no control over my body. Panic rushes in…