second post following 4 months tapering off Clozaril, a psych med; and adding Elavil, a tricyclic anti-depressant. In both high school and college I was unfortunately and somewhat unfairly, mistakenly, and erroneously accused of cheating on a boyfriend. And I didn't realize any part of that until years later; even now. In high school, I … Continue reading Word to the wise; MIRACLE; 2. Cheating
A paradigm shift. From Boston/Manhattan to Buffalo; 1982 to 1993. Englamerica to Canenglamerica. In 1978 I applied to Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Brown, Colgate, and a few other top Colleges. Yale had the sense to wait list me, after two questionable interviews. I got in everwhere else, on the strength of a phenomenal personal essay about … Continue reading It all happened so fast
Well he was spotted near the barn today. Which turns around two weeks of horrible anxiety. My mother kept saying she would like to find the body so that we would know what happened. My brother recently successfully committed suicide so that's where her mind was at. I happened to know--because he was living over … Continue reading Missing cat; brother’s suicide
Heres the score card on the reunion. My 'rents have taken me off my college bf's hands. After all these years! I fled from my father into this young fellows enbrace, he took advantage a little (whipped cream, cocaine, and trips to the erotic bakery in Greenwich village.( But oh my wasnt he a romantic, … Continue reading Here it is
My mother chased my father round the dining room table with a knife after they got married. She told me so. So its not hard to guess wht he never disciplined het. But come on. Bestiality is nit pretty. My father has written a book for friends and family. I caught sight of the picture … Continue reading Conflict
Big things are in the pipeline. This morning I made up with the patient B. whom i mentioned in another post: he had a bad fall over the weekend so it was timely. I had forgiven him and repented if a bad attitude towards his clumsiness borne out if resentment. Thank God. On the way … Continue reading Wow
Now my sister is what's up on the smoking porch. Through chance associations we fell upon her husband who grew up on a bus in South central Florida with 9 other kids. I cant say any more without clearly revealing his identity. You really did it this time sister. I'm not really sure how that … Continue reading Sister
What a time it's been. I haven't thought if you much since then. In the end, as fall semester in James House wore on, I was moving into acute paranoid stress psychosis. Your worst nightmares were true. I thought of harming you. I won't say it all even here because it would probably get me … Continue reading Oh Miss S.