My name is Dylan. I'd been sent an email asking me to type a short introductory paragraph. My only public post was on Experience project discussing my incontinent journey from a cold October of 2013 until today. People that walked beside me have since grown faster since this incident. Not because they know, and are embarrassed of me but because I can't help explain to them why I'm trailing behind. I turned 21 a few weeks ago, enjoying the rapids and shooting the breathy world around me. That was the last time I felt comfortable. Too many words could be used for this essay. I'll leave this brief. Thanks.