The vet says he might’ve been born with it. I found this out yesterday, and it pretty much sent me into a fierce tailspin emotionally. It’s compounding my suicidal impuses. Honestly, I don’t know how, or if, I’ll survive his passing. He’s the only one who’s actively loves me, or regularly shows me any physical signs of affection. And science has shown, we only thrive as human beings, when we have regular, emotional, physical contact with others.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.