shoplifting In Berkeley, CA at the StopnSteal, 1985
When I was 18 yo, pretty darn poor, a new employee at a lawyers' office as a typist/etc, in Richmond, CA, but had moved to CA all the way from Maine, as a desperately "needing to get away from family" young lady, I did some shoplifting...and got caught.
And then I went to a therapist, and devised a plan to deal with my loneliness and sense of isolation.
The plan was that every time I felt like shoplifting, I went to the counter and said, "I feel like shoplifting. I'm feeling very lonely."
I also agreed to call 911 (back then it was also a hot-line of sorts), to say the same thing.
That actually helped, and the folks I talked to were pretty darn accepting and comforting.
It's possible!
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