I just ran into someone while getting gas; the only time I go out is for food and gas. This person told me that "D" is so upset because "you" have been so deeply depressed for so long, and that "I" should get some professional help because "D" is suffering right along with me and can't for the life of him figure out what to do to "help" me anymore. "D" is my abuser. This is a small town, as I have said before. I guess while I have been scared out of my wits and hermitting because I am afraid to go anywhere; hiding out in the shelter, he's been going around saying that "I" am so terribly depressed and he is so very concerned. Talk about crazy making. I asked this person if he thought rape might be a counter productive treatment for depression. In retrospect, I probably just fed into the whole thing by commenting like that. I am freaked out about it now.
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