I fled. We had sudden, extreme exposure when our landlord tore up floorboards, releasing a toxic mess from the crawlspace and spreading it through the house with a fan. Fled to a tent in the yard within days, then fled to hotels. Searched for a year for a safe place for my family. Ultimately, fled not only the house and all belongings, but the country (England) for a drier climate.
I still flee. I feel good when not around mold or other toxins, but can be immediately incapacitated when exposed. I'm reactive enough that I have to flee. It is a very rare house that I can tolerate. I eat healthfully, detox, live clean, research a lot, have learned a lot. Every aspect of life is now different. It is like being an alien on a planet I am nearly suited for. But, really not.