It's a stereotype

I'll delve into details of why I wasn't too happy about my last counseling session. In the beginning of the previous session, we got into my history of physical and verbal abuse from the parents. It's a dark memory that I try to repress. During the time of when it was happening, I did try to seek for help. However, most of the people I talked to didn't know how to deal with the problem. Slowly I began to see myself as a problem, because I didn't understand that they did not know how to approach it. Slowly it became something that I would try not to speak to people about.

Then comes the part of psychology, where people always say that those who study psychology have problems with themselves. I felt like a stereotype: a gay man who is in psychology major because he was abused as a child. I haven't even divulge the fact that my mother touched my penis in front of my cousin and my sister.

A feeling of inadequacy crept upon me. I feel so dirty and so broken, like a used toy. I didn't feel like I belonged on the shelves with everyone else. The inconfidence is sneaking up on me again.