I almost hate to think about the shelters opening up again. In some ways I love it--but in other ways I hate it and don't want to talk about it. They have always refused to do *anything* to improve my situation--not even talk to the *Idiot* who stalked me and more that time about staying away from me at the sites, not talking to me, etc. Not even under a doctor's request. I react when (*IT*) is around!! They refused to talk to my T about it last year. Even if I had a letter stating something, they said they wouldn't change anything. I figure there must be some way. I'd think this sort of thing could be considered like a disability and they should need--be required--to make accommodations the best they can. It's not right! They won't even talk to the Idiot! They have always thought it made leverage to try and get me out of the program because I don't want to be around *It*. That's the wrong way to think. I only get worse from having to be around *It* which moves me backward, not forward. Look where I am now! Everything that's happened. How do I move forward if my mind is freaking emotionally because *It* dared to talk to me at some site? It can't be done. Last winter I used to take frequent "vacations" staying in my car at night to avoid *It* and try to let my mind rest. I'd go back, and everything would repeat. I don't have a car to stay in anymore if I'd want to do that. I hate to think what could come of my mind. In about 2 months will be the one year anniversary of turning myself in at the ER for the 1st time after taking the Tylenol. Dare to think? What will I be like by then? I'm scared.