Up until yesterday… my parents, doctors and the people at NHC were the only ones who knew about my trich. But last night I confided in a good friend of mine. We’ll call him ‘B’ [im just going to abbreviate the names of my friends for their privacy]. The only reason I even had the nerve to tell him is because I had taken an ambien [im really bad at sleeping] but hadn’t gotten off the computer yet. I tend to be a bit more talkative than normal on those stupid sleeping pills. If you’ve ever been drunk and said things you didnt quite mean to say you know what I mean. Not that I didnt want to tell him, I had been contemplating it for awhile… but it just kind of came out. His response was….

B: sorry to hear that.
B: no worries.
me: no worries when…… i just let it all go? when i try to start over with it… which means taking my hair piece off and shaving the rest of my head? i need a friend that wont laugh at me. see? worries.
B: ?
B: dont worry. i’ll be your friend.
…..
B: so…your boobs are stayin?

Ha… boys….. So yah. Someone else knows. The first step to recover is admitting you have a problem, right? Hmmm maybe thats for alcohol. Either way, a step in the right direction.