OK, so i’ll admit that sex is not *the* most important thing in relationship. But in my 20s, it sure seemed like it was (or was at least close). I’ll confess: i was a shallow guy.

I was smart enough, but also a bit of a slut. I rated pleasure very high on the list of what i wanted — giving it, and receiving it — and i pursued it unabashedly. Sure, i didn’t know shit; but who did in their twenties?

At least i was finally having some fun and enjoying life; it was about time. I wish i hadn’t made some of the mistakes i made (like cheating on someone — easily my worst moment, and my most regretted); but that’s life — you have to learn to live with the choices you make, good and bad.

I had flings; i had intermittent relationships; i lived with lovers; i had a long term relationship (and got to be a stepfather for a few years); and i even got to be married (and care for my wife as she died). I haven’t done it all; but i’ve done a lot, especially for a diminished-capacity person.

The rehabilitation staff who helped me recover from the severe traumatic brain injury 34 years ago were not sure that i would be able to sustain the complexities of a romantic relationship … but i did OK.

I may never have had much of a job, or a career; but i did have relationships, and for that i am thankful.

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