I'm waiting for my last SI to heal. It can be hidden by short sleeves but on the one day a week I teach, i use special double sided tape to make sure my sleeve doesn't ride up. In some respects I'd like people to see my marks so they know what a mess up I am.
I'm coming to terms with a childhood full of violence, emotional abuse and incest. This 18 years after I left home?!?
I often feel different too. I have a good idea about who I am but no idea of my place in the world. I so often feel like a stranger in a strange land not able to speak the language, not able to learn the language and no guidebook ever.
I'm here if you want to talk to me. PMs welcome.
*gives you an accepting welcoming hug*
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