i do remember crying under my blanket in the late dark in my car behind a 7-11 parking lot hoping that the cars coming weren’t cops and wanting to poo but being scared to get out the groover. And that over and over and over again trying to find where to put my waste and how to find some place to be and feel accepted and not broken and hated.
fortunately some of it has changed. but not that much.
i do remember crying under my blanket in the late dark in my car behind a 7-11 parking lot hoping that the cars coming weren’t cops and wanting to poo but being scared to get out the groover. And that over and over and over again trying to find where to put my waste and how to find some place to be and feel accepted and not broken and hated.
fortunately some of it has changed. but not that much.