I have a great fear of rejection I suppose. That might be enough to write a separate post all on its own, why that developed over the years. It might be a symptom of PTSD, or being queer, or my relationship with my father. Who knows what really. Maybe the fear of rejection comes from moving every year in grade school, and having to try to blend in and make friends.
I noticed it occurring this week again, as demonstrated by my inability to look at a post I made on Facebook. Just like the email sent to my kids 2 years ago, living in fear of what they would say.
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