. I grew up in Texas with an alcoholic genius who abused all 6 of us children emotionally and physically with the added bonus of sexual abuse for me. I took the molestation and abuse quietly until my older brother fished the details out of me and then resisted and speak out against our father for it. Bad shit happens, I can take it. I get through it. I was lucky to have my brother as a champion back then and later I had a best friend who stood by me and helped me escape after high school. When I made my move into prison overseas, I was again lucky to have a sympathetic missionary and consul officers who knew my situation and wanted to help. Now, though, in the real world without forced interaction like growing up together, school or prison visits, I find myself weathering my lifestorms alone and while I am good at it and CAN manage, I must say I am tired of it. I don't want to drag anyone down or be a drag - in fact most my friends consider me the life of the party - but I really want a relationship that needs and
feeds me.
It is an unexpected surprise to find I want to engage in such a forum. i hope my posts will illuminate the topics in helpful ways and look forward to reading what others are sharing.
