Jun 28, 2025
Support Hotlines - PFLAG
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Support Hotlines - PFLAG
doodles of the help hotline cast
Help Hotline
M: “You have reached the Emotional Wellness Network. This line is no longer staffed. Live support is not available at this time.”
J: Thanks, Marve.
M: “If you are experiencing a medical or mental health emergency, please hang up and contact emergency services.”
J: You know I won’t.
M: “This line remains operational for archival and administrative purposes only. If you would like to leave a message, you may do so after the tone. Messages may not be reviewed or responded to.”
J: But you still get ‘em.
M: “For commonly asked questions, please refer to our website. Some resources may be outdated or inactive.”
J: Since 2019.
M: “We appreciate your understanding.”
J: Eh, don’t mention it.
M: Beep
J: It’s Jay again, I see Marve still hasn’t changed. Y’know, he’s the most consistent guy you got on staff. That bastard is ready to answer my calls 24/7. He even worked New Years’ Eve. I wanted to spend it with you, but you know how it is with Marve, he’s gotta do the whole spiel everytime. I wish anybody else in my life was as consistent as he is.
Anyway, wasting precious minutes, here. Nothin’ ever changes. So this morning, you know the routine by now, accidentally cut myself on a broken plate. And you know what I didn’t do? Fix it.
Anyway, like usual, I know I should have put a bandage on it but I just thought, like, y’know–what’s the point? It’s not like I’m using it. Or want to, anyway. But I’m not here to tell you the same ol’ story over and over again, nahh, I got somethin’ a little happier, a touch of sunshine today. Y’see, I think I’ve been gettin’ better. ‘Cause I did clean it up this time. Hell, there’s a bandage on it right now, fresh and clean. Ah, man, you woulda been so proud’a me. I wanted to call you as soon as it happened, but you know how work is. Can’t catch a break.
So, yeah, that’s about it. Not much to tell you today, but somethin’ about knowin’ you’re always here is important to me. I still get up each mornin’ ‘cause I know Marve’ll be wonderin’ where I am if I don’t call even once the whole day. And you, I bet you’d miss me, too. I know you won’t say it, but that don’t mean it isn’t true. It’s alright, though, buddy. I love you, too. You don’t have to say it back to–
M: Beep.
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M: “You have reached the Emotional Wellness Network. This line is no longer staffed. Live support is not available at this time.”
J: Thanks, Marve.
M: “If you are experiencing a medical or mental health emergency, please hang up and contact emergency services.”
J: They won’t do shit.
M: “This line remains operational for archival and administrative purposes only. If you would like to leave a message, you may do so after the tone. Messages may not be reviewed or responded to.”
J: But they get collected.
M: “For commonly asked questions, please refer to our website. Some resources may be outdated or inactive.”
J: Did they ever work?
M: “We appreciate your understanding.”
J: Never change, Marve.
M: Beep
J: Hey, buddy, you gotta give Marve a raise, man. I’m serious. He never misses a beat, hasn’t fumbled his line once in eight months.
I didn’t have much to say tonight. Just thought I should call. Routine and all. Don’t want you worrying. I made dinner. Real food, not just toast. Even used a knife and didn’t nick myself, so—gold star for me, eh? But . . . I dunno, man. I just feel a little clearer lately. Like I’m not trying so hard to stay above water anymore. Like maybe the water’s lowering. [Sigh]. I think . . . I think I’m really doing better now. You know? And I think it’s ‘cause of this. Of you.
That’s all, I won’t use up all your minutes this time, just . . . thanks, buddy.
M: Beep
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M: “You have reached the Emotional Wellness Network. This line is no longer staffed. Live support is not available at this time.”
J: Thanks, Marve.
M: “If you are experiencing a medical or mental health emergency, please hang up and contact emergency services.”
J: I might, man, you never know.
M: “This line remains operational for archival and administrative purposes only. If you would like to leave a message, you may do so after the tone. Messages may not be reviewed or responded to.”
J: Good one, buddy.
M: “For commonly asked questions, please refer to our website. Some resources may be outdated or inactive.”
J: It’s a porno site, now.
M: “We appreciate your understanding.”
J: I appreciate you, Marve.
M: Beep
J: Hey, I’m sorry I’m calling so late. I had a bad dream. I know, I know, I should have normal grown-up problems, like drinkin’ too much, but you and Marve? You know how it is.
It always starts the same: that smell. That fake lemon cleaner that burns your nose, makes your eyes sting before you even touch the mop. And I’m back in that old house, standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding the stick like a shield. The floor’s already clean. I know it is. But I keep scrubbing anyway, ‘cause it’s not about being clean. It never was. It was about keeping her quiet and me invisible, or at least busy.
But this time? I wasn’t scared. I noticed that. In the dream, I looked at my hands, and they weren’t shaking. I didn’t feel small. I didn’t feel trapped. It’s like I could see the dream for what it was–like it didn’t own me anymore.
And then something happened I don’t think’s ever happened before. I stopped. Just . . . set the mop down. Didn’t throw it, didn’t cry. Just placed it on the tile like I was done. And for the first time, I believed it. That I didn’t deserve what I got. That I was just a kid trying his best. That it wasn’t my fault.
I woke up feeling . . . calm. I’ve never had that, not after that dream. And I think it’s ‘cause of you. All these nights, talking to Marve, to you. Even if you’re not really there, it felt like someone was listening. I think maybe that was all I ever needed. Someone to listen. And that’s what you do best. I was thinking that we could maybe–
M: Beep
M: "We’re sorry, the inbox for the number you have dialed is full. Goodbye."
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