Just Needed A Little 'therapy' To Get Better

Following a long hospital stay from a head injury from an auto accident I returned home for recovery and personal and occupational therapy. I was dependent, financially completely, physically mostly.

After months of therapy I could walk with a walker, hold a spoon, brush my hair and teeth. I suppose that when you can use the bathroom on your own you feel you have recovered. My social life cratered, other than my mom and sister.

My sister tried to incorporate me with her friends, but she's ten years younger. I was walking without a walker, but needed to lean in her. We were at a mall restaurant and a friend of her walked by with her older brother. One thing and another and I'm laying over a sofa and I'm getting my lights lit.

I couldn't drive so anywhere I went with him he's driving. Parties, blowjobs, taking his time over me. Indiscretions, rumors, things got back to my sister.

I'm doing a lot better, I'm back in my place. Insurance paid the rent while I was unable to work. My sister kept it all from my mother.