My DIL came here from her homeland in Poznan Pl, and she came in my room one day waving a bottle, saying, "Really funny, you guys!" She had run across some "polish remover" in my daughter's bathroom.

Oh lordy mercy! I would have cut that loose a while back, lol. I just can not STAND drama. To be clear, I don't mean drama like when a friend is sick, going through a nasty divorce, or any other kind of hard time in their lives. I spend extra time with them, but they are not innately dramatic, they just hit a rough…

Oh I know what you mean. My father (was the toxic guy)and though we were almost completely estranged, and he really fucked his kids up, there is still a sadness and I do have positive memories. I think the sadness comes from knowing he never could make it right, never, never, never. We kids so often thought he…

I learned years ago, to distance myself from a toxic family member. Even knowing that I would inherit a small fortune to be in their good graces, I opted not to have that stress in my life at any price. His caretaker got pretty wealthy, almost 2 years ago, lol. (Though I love her to pieces.)

I finally just went alone and realize it's for the best. I want to go at my own pace. Plus, I sing out loud, and my singing is worse than my dancing, so I'm performing a public service. ;-)

Or the passive/aggressive drive-by.

I hit a REALLY rough time in my life in a year or two. I had a big betrayal from someone I love (so you can guess what that was, lol), my brother died, my two best friends died, I was just diagnosed with MS and several other brain disorders, we had to evacuate our home for over 3 weeks due to a hurricane, my teen…

Paxil was WEIRD for my daughter. Her eyes were as dilated as saucers, and she got weirdly over-affectionate and loving, even to strangers. It was like she was rolling, lol.

I took Prozac for PTSD when it first came out and I couldn't tell I was taking anything. Then one magical day, about 3 weeks in, I realized I was feeling pretty damn good. I have also tried SSRI's about 2001, and Jesum Crow! They seemed to amplify my problems. I couldn't figure out if it was the side effects that I…

Yeah during her teen years, when she often felt overwhelmed, a bath was her respite. For HER, it helped her more than any pharmaceuticals ever did, but none of the nasty side-effects. That was sure fine with us. (The reason I capped "for HER", is because meds have helped so many, and I don't want anyone to think I am…

Spacefink!, I wrote somewhere in this thread that baths were much more therapeutic for her, rather than a matter of cleanliness. Bathing was a place to gather herself and feel calm. As she "grew out" of her anxieties and learned better coping skills, she now takes them once or twice a day, at most.

Thanks IWASDARTHVADER. To be honest, she kept finding mine and I would find it in her room , (rather yuckily to share something so personal), but I remembered how I felt as a teen, and I gave her one of her own rather matter of factly. I was already blasted here because I gave her one, but I know humans at that age…

Yes! I used to refresh the page like a trained monkey to read his take on it. I couldn't wait!

I don't understand, mimilady.

Kind of spoiled the mood, didn't it?

I'm an open book about myself, but I try not to give TMI about my kids, though I have done so a little, like in this thread. I don't want to go into her personal issues. If it makes her feel calmed and relieves some uncomfortable feelings, I don't care if she runs the faucet all day.

Absolutely! I took a pic of my youngest child when he was about a year old and posted it to a Mom's Yahoo group (circa 1997), and what does everyone see? The HMW right behind him, lol. That sucker is very "efficient", lol.

My teenage son is *extraordinarily* clean, lol. My daughter also take up to 5 baths a day (but I know hers is for therapeutic/hygienic reasons. I bought her a Hitachi Magic Wand when she was mid teens and I could swear the lights dim a few times a week.

Sounds like Walter White's "fugue state".

The longest lasting is when my co-worker and I were doing wheelchair races in the hospital down a very long corridor. I kept winning and he got faux-angry and started pushing me from one end of the corridor to the other and he fell down while he was pushing as fast as he could. I went crashing into a cinderblock wall…