When I was in junior high school, my guidance counselor told me I would grow up to be a bum because I couldn't tell her what I wanted to be when I grew up. Thing is... I was too busy running for my life from the gang of thugs who wanted to extinguish my existence. But Doris didn't really care about details like that. (Neither did anyone else for that matter.)

Sadly, in a lot of ways, Doris turned out to be right... sort-of a self-fulfilling prophecy I guess you might say. I don't know how one becomes accepting of who they are. Personally, my goal at this point is simply to achieve acceptance, not of myself, but just of the way things are... because I can't change them.