I just found a razor blade sitting out in my playroom. Not one of the razor blades that I've been using. The razor blades I have been using are the little strips popped out of safety razors. They cut really well, but have trouble going deep. This is probably a good thing, as it keeps me from needing stitches.

However, the razor blade I found on the table in the playroom was a straightedge blade. Something that could go very deep. I have no idea how it got into my playroom. It probably was a floater. No one in the system has had access to such dangerous objects in quite some time. purpleglitter has helped keep us away from such things. Now this.

Worried, I quickly checked myself for new cuts — none. Whew. Regardless, I now have this rather ominously deep-cutting scary blade thing in my playroom. I don't like it.

I just heard back from one of the two therapists my friend's therapist recommended. She's not taking new clients. Hopefully the other will work out.