Chapter 33
“Even a lowlife like your uncle doesn’t go to jail on purpose,” Greg told Robbie gently.
“My head knows you’re right but the anger is still there.”
“I’m going to prescribe you something for depression and your anger issues. I think that your feelings of helplessness and anger come from your PTSD as well as what your uncle did.” Greg took out his pad.
“You’re right I guess. I do have days when I’m more down than usual. I begin to think of how dumb I was not to go to Social Services. But the other kids on the street warned me not to go. They said Social Services would put me into a foster home and I’d get beaten and maybe raped because I’m gay.” Robbie’s fists moved to his knees as he tried to unclench his fingers.