I Was Abused My Family Was The

I Had An Attachment Disorder.

I Plan My Life In 15-minute Sections.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

What Distresses Me At Times Is That I Meet A Lot Of People In Their 40's, 50's, 60's, Who Still Say They're A Victim Of Child Abuse.

I Am Proud Of Who You Were, David-that Hurt Person Who Refused To "die." And I'm More Caring, Giving, Fixing Person, The Guy With The Same Sense Of Humor And That Deft, Sensitive Touch. Good On You, David I Love You.