Why is it that I find it easy to love other people whatever they have done, and no body can love me on those terms? Since going into a mental health unit i have to others become a different person, not to be associated with never mind loved.
Even my family's love is conditional, they virtually disowned me before but now the illness i have is looking like a physical one they are all around me i have become acceptable. that makes me cry for the years of intolerance i have experienced, suddenly i am in a wheelchair and it makes it easy (for them) but not for me. i will never be loved now, with my knackered body.