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I spent about three hours on the phone yesterday morning with White. White suffers from anxiety, and he was definetly having what he calls "an episode" while we were on the phone. I've never seen or heard him like he was. It was really scary. There was absolutely no way of getting him to think or say anything logically. I finally convinced him to take one of his pills. He hates to take his meds for it because they make him very sick physically. I think he needs to go see a new shrink and get new drugs. But since his last shrink experience was not a good thing for him he doesn't think it would be worth it.
It all started because he's worried about school. He's going back to college after two years off. He hasn't been offered any financial aid yet because he's just barely young enough to still have to report his parents earnings. Well, his parents haven't done thier taxes for three years now. He began bothering them to do their taxes since before summer. He may even lose his full tuition scholarship if they don't get their taxes filed. Poor guy! Then, because of that problem he's mentally turning everything else into a huge problems as well: getting a job, finding a place to live, getting into the classes he needs, etc. Well, I put my sister and her husband on the task of apartment hunting for him. And I'm going to call and bother his parents about getting their taxes done. Poor guy!
Directly after hanging up with Dallin, I taught a two and a half dance lesson with a beginner that has real potential. He's not bad looking either, but I doubt I'll get to add him to my list of boys since he works with my roomate, and she'll most likely tell him not to mess with me. Who knows.
Red was well behaved last night. Not even a kiss. He's been in a really good mood lately, though. It was fun. He took me grocery shopping, and he went and raided McDonald's recycle dumpsters for french fry boxes since they are the perfect size for packing things for when he takes off. He wants to get all his things packed up way ahead of time, but he doesn't even leave until Aug. twenty-somethingth. But since he has no other free time with all his jobs I guess it makes sense for him to plan this far ahead. I would never do it though. All nighter the night before moving, that's more my style.
I spent about three hours on the phone yesterday morning with White. White suffers from anxiety, and he was definetly having what he calls "an episode" while we were on the phone. I've never seen or heard him like he was. It was really scary. There was absolutely no way of getting him to think or say anything logically. I finally convinced him to take one of his pills. He hates to take his meds for it because they make him very sick physically. I think he needs to go see a new shrink and get new drugs. But since his last shrink experience was not a good thing for him he doesn't think it would be worth it.
It all started because he's worried about school. He's going back to college after two years off. He hasn't been offered any financial aid yet because he's just barely young enough to still have to report his parents earnings. Well, his parents haven't done thier taxes for three years now. He began bothering them to do their taxes since before summer. He may even lose his full tuition scholarship if they don't get their taxes filed. Poor guy! Then, because of that problem he's mentally turning everything else into a huge problems as well: getting a job, finding a place to live, getting into the classes he needs, etc. Well, I put my sister and her husband on the task of apartment hunting for him. And I'm going to call and bother his parents about getting their taxes done. Poor guy!
Directly after hanging up with Dallin, I taught a two and a half dance lesson with a beginner that has real potential. He's not bad looking either, but I doubt I'll get to add him to my list of boys since he works with my roomate, and she'll most likely tell him not to mess with me. Who knows.
Red was well behaved last night. Not even a kiss. He's been in a really good mood lately, though. It was fun. He took me grocery shopping, and he went and raided McDonald's recycle dumpsters for french fry boxes since they are the perfect size for packing things for when he takes off. He wants to get all his things packed up way ahead of time, but he doesn't even leave until Aug. twenty-somethingth. But since he has no other free time with all his jobs I guess it makes sense for him to plan this far ahead. I would never do it though. All nighter the night before moving, that's more my style.
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