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The cold seeped through Curtis's jeans, and he wished he'd worn a thermal layer beneath. But the freezing temps were focusing. There were too many voices, too many people in his head. He gritted his teeth. Why, why, why couldn't he be NORMAL? He was too scared to get on a horse after discovering the first of his alters - many of whom had flooded to the front after the discovery. He knew it didn't make him different, not really. He'd dealt with this his whole life, but the denial was there all the same.

A crunching sound caught his attention, but he didn't look up. The Ober sporthorse, Spirit, who called this paddock her home, was standing beside him now, looking almost worried. Someone needed to start her training. It was supposed to be Curtis. But he was too scared to get near a horse, let alone on one. Even now, his heart raced as she got closer. He knew he wasn't violent, wouldn't hurt her, bu the loss of time when someone else slipped to front disoriented and panicked him.

How was he supposed to do this? He needed something for comfort, but his favorite way to keep himself calm...was now his enemy. Comfort, indeed.

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The cold seeped through Curtis's jeans, and he wished he'd worn a thermal layer beneath. But the freezing temps were focusing. There were too many voices, too many people in his head. He gritted his teeth. Why, why, why couldn't he be NORMAL? He was too scared to get on a horse after discovering the first of his alters - many of whom had flooded to the front after the discovery. He knew it didn't make him different, not really. He'd dealt with this his whole life, but the denial was there all the same.

A crunching sound caught his attention, but he didn't look up. The Ober sporthorse, Spirit, who called this paddock her home, was standing beside him now, looking almost worried. Someone needed to start her training. It was supposed to be Curtis. But he was too scared to get near a horse, let alone on one. Even now, his heart raced as she got closer. He knew he wasn't violent, wouldn't hurt her, bu the loss of time when someone else slipped to front disoriented and panicked him.

How was he supposed to do this? He needed something for comfort, but his favorite way to keep himself calm...was now his enemy. Comfort, indeed.

Refs: None