Hi, Conan. Welcome to the sobernet. I do understand your problem with raisins, having had a similar problem with fermented grapes myself. We all hope you like it here and find our group useful for support in your recovery. You know, some of us in recovery found, when we began to clear our minds, that more than the raisins, or whatever the problem was, was involved. We had to look at *all* our addictive behaviors, and turn them over to our higher power in order to recover. Your use of avocadoes has me somewhat concerned. Especially when you talk about falling asleep in pots and crapping in corners. Lots of us did that, and we have found that we can recover. Can you be honest with yourself? Can you really continue these activities without hurting yourself and your loved ones? I mean, how many socks do you think Paula Ann is willing to sacrifice to your disease? Making excuses to the guests for you (Sorry about that little pile, Karen, here; let me pick up those moldy old aspirin...I don't know why they're piled up in the corner like that), and cleaning up after you rearrange the pots and pans. Please listen to her, the way she tries to keep you from hurting yourself by getting into the cabinets by locking them with velcro...the closed doors, the way she hides the raisins...these are all her way of crying out for help; for you to stop doing this to her. And have you thought of the legal consequences of your actions? I think that forging Paula Ann's signature for the purchase of airline tickets to Hawaii is illegal. And certainly going into Rex's home to invade his socks would have to be considered breaking^H^Hslithering and entering. And are sharp front teeth considered weapons? Would placing piles of poops around his house be called, "maintaining an attractive nuisance"? Well, maybe not, but you see what I'm saying. Don't let your friends pressure you into staying in your disease. They can be helped, too, but the first step is to help yourself. All youhave to do is admit to yourself that your are powerless over raisins. Your higher power sill reveal himself to you. He can be anything, you know; the litterbox, the Great Ferret in the Sky, the rolled-up newspaper. I imagine that recovery would, for you, entail a pretty drastic lifestyle change. While I can't imagine you in a three-piece suit, perhaps cleaning up your act in general would be a good idea. Maybe, instead of making messes on her floor, you could use your hp-given talents to help her out, instead. Like slithering along the kitchen floor, leaving it clean and swept. And nibbling the spiders that invade her home. And you could do a great job on the dishes, I'm sure, if you weren't just looking them over for leftover raisins. These opportunities for service are what keep us clean and sober, you know. Please, Conan. Think about what I've said. With love (for those out there who still suffer), --Lin [Posted in FML issue 1614]