I went to get my haircut and took a friend to keep me from doing something stupid.

Well, they took 2 walk ins ahead of me and she freaked, told them how rude they were and I had to get out of there. Started getting anxious. Then she flipped about how rude they were all the way to another chain. There was a 20 minute wait there so I decided to just go home.

I started having a panic attack. She got upset and I went home and bawled and bawled and bawled. She came over and got upset with me for not telling her how bad off I was. She said she would have acted differently if she had known how close to the edge I am.

First of all; I have warned everyone. I am not well. I am fragile. Please have patience. Second; why in Gods name would I want anyone to treat me any differently? I allready feel like a freak. Why would I want it pointed out to me?

No, I don't tell them how bad it is. NO, I will not stop trying to live my life the best that I can under the circumstances. But, wow. I just freaked a little.

And she was right. It was very rude.

So, I still don't have my haircut. I don't want to go anywhere other than the place I tried to go to today because of so many bad experiences at other shops. I am toying with doing it myself. I used to do it all the time.

sigh.

But I went out to dinner and a movie with my husband, with my greying hair in a stupid bun, and he says he still loves me and that he thinks I am sexy.

Guess that's all that matters.