My brother…this hit me strongly. I was brought back to my own hurt and fears and the many times I feel like I’m existing at the age of six in the body of a middle-aged man. Like you, I still remember the horrors and the anger and the shame. The scars run deep. And you are correct…the ends remain loose and dirty. I’ve spent a good part of my life creating defense mechanisms to prevent further harm from remembering how awful an experience this is. You sharing this only elevates your status as an artist in my eyes. Thank you brother.