Oh, man. It just gets worse. I saw my pdoc yesterday, and, after suggesting that I slip an anonymous note under their door letting them know someone is aware of what's going on, he doubled my Klonopin.

It is very difficult not knowing what's going on or how to help this kid, if she needs help. But what's really flipping me out is that she's roughly the age I was when I started being abused. I think that's part of why it's bothering me so much.

I see my T tomorrow, but the cold I've been trying to get for 3 or 4 weeks has shown up and I have almost no voice. I could barely even lecture this afternoon. And I still have to work tonight. Blah.

But, I guess it's better than sitting home and listening to the goings-on downstairs.

Candy