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I had the most horrendous experience today. Our local support group has an exercise class at the recreation center. Being as it is summer, the place was swarming with children of all shapes and sizes - all of them indoors because it was raining. I was extremely dyskinetic and had to run the gauntlet of about 50 feet to get to the exercise room. I set out bravely enough, arms and legs flailing in all directions, through the seething mass fo little bodies, and then the inevitable happened. My fist made contact with a face, wham! full force. I don't know who sobbed longer or louder. Has anything like this ever happened to any of you? How do you deal with it?