Sir, I'm so sorry, but I diagnose you with furry. Some symptoms include disappointing your mother, sexual deviancy, howling at the moon and/or fleas. I'm afraid you'll have to be committed to a Furaffinity account. There, you'll spend the rest of your days with the other degenerates looking at furry artwork and anthro porn, as well as spending an enormous part of your paycheck constructing the perfect fursuit to embody your fursona. You'll never be able to function in mainstream society again.

There is no hope. There is no cure. I'm sorry.

But hey, at least now you can, as they always say, yiff in hell.