Today is the 25th anniversary of the first time I was sexually assaulted by my music instructor. I knew this would be a difficult day -- especially when I realized that, because of the months I was completely disabled by PTSD during the spring and summer, I wouldn't reach my goal of setting a solicitor on my former instructor by this date.
But fate has managed to make things even worse. My varying degrees of disability this past year have reduced my wife and me to destitution. As a result, I haven't been able to afford to see a therapist. And last night I took my last dose of the antidepressant that's restored at least some of my mental functioning -- and I haven't the money to refill the pre>