It hasn’t been five months yet. I’m dating. I’ve been writing about my hypersexuality for a long time. For the past few years I’ve been doing so in a hidden way. I have been giving in to the idea that I should be ashamed and hide what I’m doing. That’s poisonous.

I’m seeing people. I have needs. I’m meeting them. I’m doing so with a crazy quilt of experiences and situations. I’m being careful about not taking much time away from the kids. There is less babysitting happening now than before Noah died so I am not pushing my luck real hard.

I have rules. If someone is in my house to help with the kids they are strictly off limits. I won’t let anyone I shag meet my kids for at least a year; not until I am certain it will turn into a real relationship. There are a long list of reasons that someone will never meet my kids. If I don’t think someone has compatible values it is simply a non-starter. I understand that most of the people I meet are not going to have extensive background information on the many ways my children and I are weird. I will have to be patient as I explain all of our quirks. That is why it will be a very slow process.

I need to be careful. I don’t know how the future is going to happen. It’s scary to think about. I am going to try to navigate a path forward that is respectful to all concerned. I won’t walk a road that resembles the one that other people follow. It needs to be ok. I can’t live like other people. I haven’t had the training.