I have been crying a lot lately for a number of reasons. First, my surly rooommate is driving all of us crazy. Next, I'm not allowed to email or talk on the ph one or in person to anyone about anything that happens in this group home. It is hard not to have anyone to talk to. Even my caseworker and psychiatrist are not exempt although what I tell them is supposed to be confidential. . .their reply is always if it's important enough to bring here. . .it must be pretty damned important and they tell me to move.

I don't want to move! I have lived here for almost two years in August and have had the same room and I was here first! Yes, I was the very first client!

People around here get chagrined when I cry. I cry when someone hurts my feelings, when I don't have a cigarette, you name it. My face gets all red and my lower lip curls down in a pout. It's not a pretty sight.
But the absence of freedom of speech drives me to tears more often than not.

Always looking over my shoulder,

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