I'm sober now. Off of benzos and booze. But holy shit the things I've seen while in rehab. I'm a transfemme and got put in the men's psych unit. A quick recap. A crackhead who was five foot nothing who upon learning I was a trans femme was convinced I in fact had afab genitalia. He would often ask if I was wet or if id fuck him. The best thing that happened with him was me walking into the bathroom while he was shaving his stomach, turning to me, and shouting "XXXXX CAN I SHAVE YOUR PUSSSSSY?"
A PCP addict who out of nowhere asked if he could call me "Mother" and said shit like "mother do you like Hitler" "Mother do you get horny here" "Mother is anyone on the Boston Celtics secretly a transsexual?"
Security flipping the whole units stuff because we weren't allowed to bring food up from the vending machines and I had a nice thing going where I'd buy honey buns and wait for them to run out and then sell them for 3 cigs then sell each cig for a dollar and make a decent profit. They didn't find shit bc I kept my honeybuns in a back office that no one used and they thought was locked (I jimmyed the lock with my rehab id card)
Cuddling with a cute Bi dude on ten blankets and a pillow I made in my "office" and immediately stopping bc fuck cuddling while paranoid and afraid of being caught.
A 62 yo alcoholic who was from Georgia and came to Chi just to go to rehab. He couldn't read or write, was racist, sexist, and queerphobic. He called his roommate "boy" and learned the hard way racist shit doesn't fly past the Dixon line.
I have waaaaaay weirder stories and will add more. Love you all and I'm glad 2 be back
Missed you. How's comrade pupper Basil? Your rehab stories are wild. Jeez, all my times in the psych war rehab and nothing comes close to that.
QMy ex wife has Basil. They broke up with their Dem Soc sugar mommy they started dating as a rebound from me. So now they're threatening to throw themself in the grand canyon and I have no idea where them or Basil is. I'll likely never see my son again lol.
I'll always LUB him tho
Oh no that's pretty bad, is there no way you can track them down?
Nope. Honestly it devastated me when I learned but if I focus on it at all I'll not just relapse on booze, I'll end up slamming fent. Sooooo like I'm just accepting the situation, moving on, and preparing to probably pay for my ex wife's funeral when they inevitably kill themselves. (We're still legally married)