I've sort of "hinted" around it with my mom; it runs in Dad's family (and I'm pretty sure he's in worse shape with it than I am) so I'm pretty sure she gets the picture. And "hinted" at it with my favorite cousin/surrogate big brother, who, being the lovable hillbilly he is, suggested we out and shoot some tannerite for stress relief. And then I wrote a letter to my best friend from high school, who just initiated contact for about the first time in a good five years, which I'm hoping is a good sign. I'm pretty non-social to begin with; does it ever get easier? I keep wondering also if I should tell any of my bosses or supervisors at work. I work in a very customer service heavy position (I know, I know, probably not the brightest idea for someone who's first instinct is to flee from people) and when the stress gets high, I'm not as in control as I used to be. By which I mean I basically chewed out my immediate manager last month and am having trouble not repeating the incident. I almost feel unsporting for not warning them what a wreck I am right now.