Meetings are taboo nowadays, so I listen in over the phone. Field service was becoming increasingly difficult, but I hung in there even though it meant being sick for days afterward. As you know just going with the group is impossible and just getting one person who, kinda sorta, is acceptable is a hurculean effort (every week it's somethin new: so-and-so hugged me; I had to put conditioner on my hair; does hand cream bother you; some foundation and eye make-up smells to high heaven, and on and on ad nauseum). So now I write letters to those who are never found at home when the others go out.

The friends really need to be educated about this ailment. One of those "Living with such-and-such" articles in the Awake! perhaps. But maybe not. 

One of the Halls I attended made an announcement almost every meeting about the fragrance and only a handful of the friends were willing to forego.

Agape,
Anonymous