in response to @pkh3381 My teenage years were one of the worst periods of my life, which makes me more sensitive to other young people who may be struggling with many different things all at once. If I could help just one person then I feel happy, because when I was 15 I had a heck of a time dealing with two parents who were never equipped to raise children, and as a result my sisters and I lived a life akin to "walking on broken glass." I often think back on those years, and think to myself, "what were they thinking?" I love kids, I have two nieces and two nephews, none of which I have been "allowed" to have a relationship with because they all think I am some kind of "freak" because of my lifestyle choices. But here's the thing, while my parents thought I could be "fixed" the plan backfired because my therapist at the time had a daughter who was just like me, and she was very instrumental in leading me to believe that I was okay just the way I was, even if I had to hide this from my parents until I was finished with college. I wanted to go to college and I wanted them to pay for it, so I played into their game. It was not easy by any stretch of imagination, but I did it and I am still here to tell you about it. More good fodder for my book.