The first and only time I saw a t before the crisis with my h was when I was in college, felt trapped in a relationship with my bf, confused about what I was doing, and couldnt stop my period.

He only wanted to talk about my father's death and made me cry.

I left college and lingered on and off with the bf that ended badly. Some help, huh?

Then the sexual/emotional issue that tortured me due to my h!

That's the only thing that blocked my life so bad I cried to all who would listen for help.

I just distanced myself from all these things that happened. There's even so much more, and worse stuff yet once I became sexual and got exposed to drugs.