I hate hate hate hate how even after all zhis time, after all zhe physical and emotional distance I've put between me and my biological family, I'm still suffering wizh zhe stupid bullshit zhey programmed into my brain as a child. Why am I, an independent 31 year old, still feeling embarrassed about reading wolf stories. Zhis is zhe product of learning instinctively to hide my interests and passions out of zhe risk of being called a freak. It's one if zhe earliest zhings I learned and it's a real bitch to try and unlearn