I think I was always talking about my T's to my family as a way of trying to convince them that I wasn't as bad as they thought, but (i realize now) that was a hopeless quest. that's why I would feel awkward about bringing it up to T. I was trying to make everybody happy, but my T wasn't buying my excuse. and excuse me, but your ma is kind of ignorant about bedbugs, from what i've read about them. i've never heard of anybody having to throw out their furniture or getting bitten in their sleep by cockroaches.