After reading all of this, knowing y'all won't have a tenth of my trouble... I'm so pants-shatteringly fucking glad I don't have to worry about finding work for the next, dunno, 6-ish years. Still, c_hawk, veen, whoever else: you'll do fine. 14 out of 20 potatoes finally grew out of the ground. I was beginning to worry they're too deep or something. Definitely trying to be as hand-off about it as possible, since it's all too easy for me to obsess over shit. A couple weeks ago I began having a pretty shitty realization at therapy, putting certain family events in different order suddenly made a lot more sense. In the "my parents started treating me like shit a long before I realised it and for other reasons" category. Dunno how to go about it, though, since I doubt extended family or their friends would tell even if they knew the details, and my brother was always treated differently (though not necessarily better) enough to have it skewed.