I have out off bringing this eye/neurological/chemical-allergy condition
(and my life situation) up here for the whole ten years I've been here on this board.  I have to start reaching out to the world through what few connections to the outside world that I have, meaning the Internet.  I don't have family to turn to, and my one friend's help is very limited. 

I won't explain much in this first post.  I can't.  I'm struggling just to get an intro written.  The severe neurological state I'm in makes forming thought and getting it said in words hard to impossible,  I just wanted to get the ball rolling, and get people's attention, so they know an important issue is happening, and that more explanation is coming.

I have to start talking, before my ability to do so goes away.  If DS Forums posters could tell me they're ready to hear it, please, that would help very much.  It's going to be very hard to explain, and any encouragement helps.

I'll make this short since I'm in bad shape medically.  I have a severely reactive system that can't handle light or many, many chemicals, mainly man-made ones.  It's basically a matter of being allergic to the world.

I've been told I have to leave my apartment after 15 years, because they don't want tenants who get assistance from the state with rent.  I'm too sick and limited to do the work involved in moving or even looking for a place.  Travel and going into daylight and reading anything but very blown up print (and only briefly) is damaging to me.  I'm too generally sick for anything but lying or sitting almost all the time.

I'm between Chicago and Milwaukee.  Gov't org's aren't any help, nor regular charity org's because the condition is so unusual and there's no way of gathering evidence that proves the symptoms. 

I can't even hold in my head all the stuff I'm supposed to do, can't do paperwork because of eyes, can't even be up usually.  Can't go out to look at places.  Can't even pack.  It's very hard to explain the symptoms but it took me a YEAR to get halfway packed to be ready for a move.  I had to stop.

I have several months.  They'll go be fast.  I'm thinking of some sort of "networking", where perhaps you might know someone, who knows someone, who knows someone in my general area, who might be good enough to step in and help.  This is a major extraordinary sort of help.  I only see it happening through personal contacts my internet friends might have.  I don't know many people online.  It's too excruating on the eyes to do much online.  I tried FB but people just shrug and say sorry.

The nightmare scenario coming next year is my being thrown out on the street, into DAYLIGHT, with no access to the completely darkened room that I need every day.  Light basically semi-electrocutes me.  It's horrible.  Ordinary homelessness would be a picnic by comparison.  Torture.

Church groups... I have yet to make those calls.  I'm horrible on the phone.  I go blank and sound like a nut, because the symptoms are so severe.  I'm not religious.  I'm not a sweet grandmother, not a case that warms the heart.  I can walk, my limbs work, so my severe disability does not show.  My experiences with churches have been so judgmental that I dread putting myself through calls I probably am in no shape to make anyway.

embryorm@earthtones.com

Sending me a PM on this forum may work, but I know I can't respond due to some quirk of my computer or the site.  I have some trouble with e-mail too but it's at least usable.  I can give you a phone number.

Please see if you can figure out some way to help.  It may not seem possible at first, but don't give up on this too soon, PLEASE.  That sort of "networking" might work even if no one you know is near me.

This is embarrassing.  I wouldn't ask for help if it weren't needed.  Thanks for listening.  I couldn't make it short, sorry.

Set-up:
Pet: "I command, with all the powers that this Hand can muster, that your hair bump begone NOW!!"
CDT: "Good luck.  I've even tried ________!"

(I don't remember noticing the bump on CDT, but never mind)

Set-up:
B: "I assure you Elizabeth, that __________ was fresh when my servant bought it... Oh.... well, that may have been some time ago...."
ECS: "I'm suing you for ___________!"

Set-up:
Tony the P: "I want to grab your ________!!!"
C: "And I want to grab your _______!!!  Alright, on the count of three, we rush at each other and make our dream come true!!!  And-a one, and-a two...."

Hey there, MB, or Midnite or dom.   Please enable us to post captions in Caption This!, the 1968 section!

I'm afraid I must announce that as of today, I have turned against the character of Peter Bradford, after having lukewarmly defended him for several years.   Once the witch trial starts, he (and I'm repeating my WP remarks here) turns into one of those intolerable, insufferable yappy little dogs who are always nipping at your heels, under the delusion that they're really pit bulls.   Arf, grrr, yap, bite, nip bark.    He gives being the good guy a bad name.   I almost want Trask to tie him up with whatever's handy, a curtain maybe, and kick him thus disabled roughly to the floor, in the corner of the room.   A Vicki conviction might seem like a small price to pay for this.

We'll see if Dirk and Tate can be tolerable to me when 1897 rolls around in the Watching Project again.