The Skeezyks has, from time-to-time, fantasized about actually revealing to someone (presumably a therapist) all that has gone on with him in the most private parts of his life. What would that be like? Would it make any difference. (Probably not.) The reality is... he will never, ever do so. It would be completely & totally humiliating beyond imagination (the Skeezyks' or anybody else's.)

The Skeezyks also gets tired of the never-ending battle to be someone he is not. (Nobody knows him at all.) But that is the way it has always been. That is the way it will always be. (At least he's become skilled at it over the years.) On the other hand, the thought that someone else might actually be able to "pull the blinders off" & seek treatment is uplifting. So the Skeezyks offers his best wishes with the hope that you will be able to pry coverage loose from your insurer's tight-fisted grip.