I always wonder if I’d be the same person I am today if my parents hadn’t exposed me to sex from a young age by openly fucking and doing BDSM around the house, if I hadn’t had unsupervised internet access, and if I didn’t have friends with just as dysfunctional families feeding off each other’s bad habits. I feel like I grew up too fast and didn’t really mature at the same time, if that makes sense.
I spent some of my healing time grieving who I might have been if only …
That said 10-ish years from my last round of therapy I find that my life is amazing in ways I could have never predicted. I’m glad I committed to the therapy and the work outside of that.