My first intimate encounter with men were with doctors. They stripped me down to my underwear, pushed and pulled on my legs until they snapped and put me through horrific operations. There was nothing romantic or special about any of this. I just wanted to be left alone by them after that.

The only other man I was close to was my father, and he screamed at me. So, you see, the odds of my getting intimate with a man during this earthly life are very remote. I have a better chance of getting up out of my wheelchair and walking around on my own two feet than of having a loving relationship with a man.