NPR : A Journey Toward Acceptance and Love: " I gave up on ever being loved. By age 35, I had no more than a few hugs as the lifetime sum of my physical intimacy. My skin cried in deprivation. I had no hope except that one day things might improve if I endured. And then they did."
Although I do not listen to This I Believe very often, when I do I choke up a bit. And I'm okay with that.
