my therapist told me I am not less of a person just because I can't handle being around violent and abusive server disability people like in the choirs. I can't be perfect and I don't know why some of them up threw books in the air just because the song routine was changed I think but between that and the teachers comments about what she was going to say to her mother on her mothers death bed horrified me, with my constant fear and preoccupation of feeling I will end up a old bag homeless lady and my mother living under a bridge if I die etc, each day the fear of illness and no fun or love, no friends no job and no husband to look forward to, it was hard for me going to the nursing homes holding their hands as they cried with illness then I come home to no love no one to hold my hand or hug and sorry but if you gave me a choice of rick, russel, ken, wayne, goslyn, frank or no one I would choose no one! I want to meet someone fun, I want to meet someone who reminds me of who I was as in 1992 when I should have found a boyfriend then but no one would help me productively and give me common sense loving genuine advise, and I am sick of bloody idiots and their stupid advice and over-rated opinions.