Yes I’m alive. In another month we will commemorate (not celebrate) my 50th birthday. Half a century of misery and despair that I’d rather forget.
I learned early on in life what being different meant in our society… physically, mentally, emotionally, socially. Then add the extended medical conditions and the side effects of the medications I was prescribed.
Ever hace a woman tell you she’d rather **** her dog than go on a date with you?
Death at the time of birth would have been a mercy.
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