Am trying my best to hear all of you and not run away. After all, I've rarely ever had someone trustworthy to run to. From the outset, my mother was my primary abuser while my father chose to abuse me as well, just in a different form. One might hope that that was the end of it, but my two brothers did their fair share and then served me up to their friends as a party favor. After that it was a math teacher who "befriended" a silently lost kid, and later the first psychologist I ever had the money to afford (he finally had his license revoked just a few years back - at least a wee bit of justice). Sometimes I wonder how I even hold my head up at all - not so much for the earlier years, but for the later ones, when I was technically "an adult". And why the loss of two very important anchors in my life has left me frozen and hopeless. So, it is literally hard for me to hear all of you over my own "inherited internalized image" of myself as pond scum.
Much obliged for all that you've said Junebug. I am truly indebted to you and your judgment free generosity. If I feel worthy of contributing to this forum in the future, you surely can feel free to "hide in plain sight with me".
Didn't mean to ignore your support, The Albatross, just too entrenched and angry with myself to think that I have anything of value to say. What I can say in response is that I lost my ovaries to cancer when I was 20. I tried to adopt but according to child welfare services at the time I was "an unfit candidate" not because of my past or income but because I was either 1) unacceptably gay with a partner or 2) "single" and working too many hours without any "spousal" support. Oh the irony! I am really sorry to hear about your own personal struggles and your ailing little furry one (will hope for some good news). And btw, for many years I marched and played with the Mummers on New Years Day - but that's another Italian/Irish tale best told over a pint or two of ale - oh those bitter cold January days...
I will at least try to pop in to see how you all are doing. Compassion is after all a two-way street.
Crazy Alex (who's feeling quite young and afraid to go to sleep)