Out with a male friend today sitting on a wooden picnic bench, a sliver caught the worn part of my jeans on the backside. I reached to pull out the wood splinter and found it wasn't worth doing--because, you guessed it--I had a hole in the backside of my jeans! I am *so* hoping he didn't notice! Unfortunately for me and my PTSD, this guy seems to like me more than just a friend, I think. Actually, I'm sure of it. I am grateful(?) that the hole is at least in the crease of the butt cheek by my upper thigh. Picture me sitting here typing this to you in a very busy public library with my underwear showing through my pants! This was my last pair of jeans, too! They are hard to get in my size through the "clothing closet" at the shelter office. I have a pair of workout capris to change in to for tonight, but they aren't exactly warm or comfortable enough for use at night. They'll do for tonight. Wish me luck that the shelter office has a pair of jeans or something else in my size when I go there tomorrow! LOL(!?!)

I am already going in to more of a PTSD mode/phase right now and that should be a post in the PTSD forum as I start to go nuts and emotional again. I was so self-conscious walking to this computer even though my bag was covering the hole in my pants. I already have so many guys watching me and ... and it all is making me uncomfortable.