Would be far less disruptive, and possibly lead to more volunteers since they wouldn’talready be settled into seats.

Shit, I’ve got one friend who’s a pediatrician and another who’s internal med who takes the same precautions as you. Even they get anxious as hell if return trip plans start to go pear-shaped, and those aren’t exactly rare specialties.

Well, I mean, poop nightmares are bad enough when gray.

I’m crying laughing.

Wolfeboro here!

I grew up in small town/rural NH around the same time period, and I recall a scandal—you know, the whispered kind—when the daughter of the (only) local grocery store divorced her husband and came out right after, so a double whammy. So strange to think of that being scandal at all now.

My cell still has the 603 prefix.

Epipens. Epipens.

Seroquel is my early mania symptoms punch out. Before I started lamictal with the occasional seroquel kicker, I was hospitalized 6+ times. (I lost count, honestly.) Seroquel is also my sleep med because just 12.5mg knocks me out for over twelve hours. Zyprexa once knocked me out for 32 hours! ...I have overly strong…

For what it’s worth, lamictal also did wonders for me after trying several other meds. Seroquel accompanied it for a while, but now I only have to take the seroquel if I’ve got insomnia or have noticed the start of mania symptoms. But every person reacts differently, and often successful med treatment becomes about…

Seroquel knocks me the fuck out. It’s prescribed to me for insomnia and for if any mania symptoms start to crop up. It’ll knock me (and curb the brewing mania if I catch it early enough) right down—and that’s with only a quarter to half of a 25mg pill.

BPII and Lamictal pretty much saved my life. Before it, reacted poorly to the other mood stabilizers and was in and out of the psych hospital multiple times. Lamictal came onto the mood stabilizer market and finally something worked and had a low side effect profile. Went from all those hospitalizations to none for…

Being barefoot makes it harder to run away.

Jesus, that part where he’s watching the TV and the alien walks by combined with the oh shit audio cue gives me the shivers every damn time. Even talking about it. The fucking suspense in that movie.

How do you type on that?!

That would’ve fucked with my dyscalculus afflicted head so much.

Still can’t watch that movie if I’m alone.

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Also terrifying is that if they have an “aha” moment, and return home afterward, the abuser will fucking know.

Me too!