I studied vet medicine and animal production.
Back in the days, when I was about to pic up a career, I had many options to choose from, it took time and serious thinking to finally decide. Also, I had the chance to stick around with real professionals from the 2 main career options.
I was aware of my zoo tendencies, not yet fully accepting myself, and because of that, I was reluctant to become a veterinarian. Long story short: I picked it, and that was the best F*** decision I've made.
I'm so glad of the ppl I've met, the 2 and 4 legged friends I've made along the way. At first, I thought my zoophilia was some kind of a cruel curse, but now, I see it as a gift, I can easily connect with my patients, it gives me an above-average motivation to keep going; my colleagues recognize my trajectory, talent and passion. I just can't see myself doing something else for living.
Despite all the wonders in my life, I live with the fear of ppl finding out about the true nature of my relationship with the lovely sheep of mine. Deep down, I know they wouldn't care how many good things I've made, how many animals I've cured... all the hard work and my carrer would be gone instantly (not taking into account the law). We like it or not, ppl still perceive us as some sort of despicable sick (almost-)person that rapes any animal in their way...
P.S.: sorry for this little bible I wrote.
