As it turns out, while I've been denied some of the 'normal' aspects of life, I also have been spared the 'normal' (potentially expectable) results of 'normalcy'.
All in all, I suppose it's a null-set equation.
In ABQ, I had my eyes opened a great deal regarding my (lack of) OCD. I've got some tendencies, but they are all directed at that which is (generally) most profitable to me (and I love my work--and *still* would do it, and do, in spite of the fact that I might even *lose* money doing it).
But in Big-D, I was shown that I might have been blessed with childlessness.
I don't know that I would be able to handle watching my beloved child self-destruct.
Been shown three 'ghosts of xmas present' on that note, and each has cut to the bone.
If I could cry for someone else (just to offload their burden, if even for a moment), I would.