It was so great finding out there really WAS something going on, and better yet that I could do something about it!

I'm gonna have the kids follow him around with a boombox.

That's because it's a troll. It's what they do.

I've always wanted a boyfriend I could <i>parade around</i> - I imagine decorating him with crepe paper and flowers, so he's the prettiest float EVER!

I don't wear makeup, partly because I'm lazy and partly because I don't really know how to put it on, so when I do it looks goofy. I occasionally buy some eye shadow or lipstick that's a pretty color, then I use it 1-2 times and put it in a drawer. I may have to check her out.

I think that video might calm me, too. :-)

I know how some cats feel...

The truth eventually leaks out, and then they look much worse than if they'd been honest to start with.

He grew up in a cult, I guess they weren't big on school. It must suck growing up and not knowing stuff everyone else learned when they were kids.

I had chronic sinus infections for fifteen years, despite all kinds of antibiotics, surgery, etc. Finally, an allergist referred me to an immunologist. Turns out I have a congenital immune disorder, and most of my immune system shut down twenty years ago. It's rare enough that no one ever thought to check for it. Now…

Exactly! It always made me think I already had something terrible to cry about, because my dad must be crazy to say that.

What a clever, creative way of giving yourself a much-needed break, and keeping your little guy safe at the same time!

Is there even such a thing as being "handed off to the state" nowadays?

<i>In the old days, many of your kids died young, which sucked, but you also didn't have to go broke providing care for them until YOU dropped dead and you also didn't have to leave enough money behind so that OTHERS could care for those kids until they eventually died.</i>

I was diagnosed at 50! It was very much a "well, duh" diagnosis, although actually the ten hours of testing I did was to see if I had ADHD (yay me, I have both!). It would have been great if I'd been diagnosed much earlier, so I could have learned a few things about social cues, etc. before now.

I graduated in 1979, and you could only buy prom tickets in PAIRS. And they had to be boy-girl pairs, no going with your friends (same sex couples? I don't think anyone would have DARED suggest it) - so it was off limits unless you had a date. Ugh!

I remember selling tons of them in the early 80s when I worked in a college bookstore in Florida!

Looked his dad up on Wikipedia - quite a story.

Marry me, low cost cosplay guy!

Oh SHIT. Now that you've made the association, I can see it. And can't un-see it. Thanks - NOT!