Thinking about my upbringing

My mother abandoned me. Not once, not twice, but three times. For that to be true, of course, her abandonments had to be incomplete, imperfect. Which the first two were.

Is it any wonder that I structure so many of my sexual interactions to protect against rejection? To provide repeated, structural, evidence of my worth, my value, my desirability?

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