More, or maybe most of the time, I feel like I’m being assumed to want BDSM. I DO NOT. In my case, because I fell through the cracks, I need to look up to a strong and responsible woman. I can explain. I grew up in very secluded surroundings just outside of a small town in western Oregon. Because I had nowhere to go, and was stuck on the property for months, I simply gave up on society and had to spend my life finding out what happened and why, learning that I’m more dependent than independent. Does this make sense?