I just put in a post about my sisters new baby. She is quite a bit younger than me and I am a bit of a father figure to her. Her and her boyfriend are good friends who come over most days. The baby was born at 8:30 and is named Penelope. Just now I finished a call with a six day summer camp thing for sexual abuse survivors. Summer camp was a great part of my childhood, one of the only bright spots. Every summer between 8-13 for a week, I was normal. The disability didn't matter, people talked to me like anyone, and I didn't get bullied. This is like that, as to the therapeutic part, I have been in therapy four months, twice a week. I think I am ready. The idea two months ago of talking to another male survivor, or even calling myself a survivor, was impossible, but at this point I am excited. Nervous, but excited.