I F16 haven't had a single friend group since 4th grade, I've always been the one that was ocstracized since preschool, no one ever wants to spend time with me. My two siblings always leave me out of things, they're aware of how it makes me feel and they still do it, my brothers girlfriend always talks to my sister but she blatantly ignores me. Guys are always so fucking cruel to me, they're never attracted to me so they make me feel like shit about myself, even the so called "nicest" ones ignore me and don't give me the time of day. I try to talk to people and they're act so cold and detached towards me, I don't understand why everyone dislikes me so much, I did nothing but exist, teachers are really rude to me and undergrade me 24/7 ESPECIALLY my sociology and psychology teacher, she's friends with all the other students but me and is snobby and ignorant to me. I feel hideous and unwanted, but people who have always been spoiled in attention since the day they were born make snide remarks "pleasure yourself!" "No wonder people pick on you, your personality is atrocious!" "It's your mindset!" I hate living so fucking much. Life is only easier when people love you naturally. What people are doing to me is a crime against humanity.

My roommate and I (both F 20-somethings) are doing an exchange in South America. We came from the same university in Europe and knew each other before this from class, so when we both decided to do this exchange, we looked for an apartment together.

So far we're a few months in and it's been a bit rough. The weather here was miserable and cold up until now which had a much more drastic effect than I thought it would, and the people aren't as open and fun as we were expecting, so adapting has been hard. I, however, am slowly starting to enjoy everything, whereas she is still miserable.

It feels like she is constantly in a bad mood, which really affects me. We do a lot of things together, so when we go out it feels as though I need to constantly worry about if she's happy, or else I won't be happy. I'm a big advocate for communication, but when she's upset about something she lets it stew and walks around like a thundercloud. I sort of then have to guess why she's upset.

She's a lot neater than I am, so we've both had to compromise (e.g. me not leaving dishes in the sink too long before washing and her not getting upset when my laptop/uni work is in the common areas). This we've done pretty well I feel, but I know she would want it a lot neater, which stresses me out constantly at home about keeping everything as clean and tidy as possible at home.

I had my breakthrough moment a few weeks ago when I realised I am a much better friend to her than she is to me. We were in an overcrowded bus and both holding on to whatever we could to not fall, and she turned her head and wiped her nose on my jacket, then apologised. It was gross but she was sick so I didn't get angry or anything, but I know she would have literally died if I had done the same to her.

I don't know how to describe it. She makes me feel dirty and inadequate, but like, through silent judgement. It's really making being here a super stressful experience for me when I know that from hanging out with other people, they're having fun with each other. It's going to be like this until July and I don't know how to separate myself from her moods enough to enjoy my own experinece when I'm so stressed whenever I'm around her.

I’m not from the US. I don’t want to debate. I just need to tell someone.

My partner and most of my friends are trans, and in the US. With recent developments, every day i get more and more scared that within the year, I’ll lose all of them to political violence.

Im disabled and can’t work yet. I cant afford to get to my partner to marry him and help him get permanent residency in my country yet. All I want is to live a simple life and hold him in my arms. I want my friends to be happy and alive. I can’t save them.

No one deserves this. I’m so scared. I hope I’m overreacting. I need therapy but its not until Friday. I’m sorry, i just needed to tell someone.

This post is probably gonna be a little jumbled. But I need advice. My husband (32M) and I (25F) have been married 5 years. No kids, but we both want kids at some point. Anyway, I've been really struggling with my mental health. I recently started new medication and have a new psychiatrist and therapist. I'm also not working, so my husband pays all the bills.

I've felt really empty, useless, and on edge lately. I have multiple conditions and one of the symptoms is irritability. While I'm aware of this, it doesn't make my husband's behavior any easier to deal with. He makes jokes about literally everything. Including me. He's fascinated by conspiracy theories and the whole P. Diddy situation. Which is triggering for me because of previous sexual trauma.

He sweats every night, so our bedroom always stinks no matter what I do. He is finally in therapy after 5 years of nagging, which is nice, but it's still hard trying to be patient for changes. He constantly wants to touch me. He's always talking about how my clothes are showing off certain parts of me. In a good way. But I feel sexualized all the time.

Which leads me to this morning, he woke me up from a dream about someone I use to talk to. Nothing was happening in it. But I got to actually have a conversation with someone else I had feelings for without my husband there. He woke me up from shaking the bed because he was jacking off, whispering my name and staring at me. He had taken my blanket off of me and was staring at my body.

It makes me angry and irritated to be woken up that way. And it happens all the time and I'm sick of it. Then after my obvious disinterest he got up and started complaining about me not working and how with me not working I could at least fold our clothes. (There are a few baskets in our room of unfolded clothes because it overwhelms me.)

And then he left the bedroom in a huff. I'm so sick of feeling useless and empty and just a sexualized, underappreciated shell of a person. Any advice is welcome

Tldr; my husband makes me feel really sexualized and makes inappropriate jokes. Overall I'm unhappy and just about everything my husband does irritates me. It's all compounded by my mental health issues. I'm so tired of feeling this way

I a 5’2 21f often feel insecure about my height. I feel like I’m seen as a joke especially as a more masculine presenting female. I would to love to be at least 5’8. Clothes would fix me better and I’ll look better standing next to my 5’6 gf. I had mentioned it to my gf if my height ever bothered her but she tells me she doesn’t care about that. Not only am I short but I’m also not muscular. Being short makes me feel less masculine. I’m not fully comfortable with my physical appearance because of it. I’m thinking about getting height surgery if I ever have the money cause I know it’s really expensive. Does anyone else feel like this ?

I tried getting clean from self harm, my recent clean streak started on December 20th 2020 and I was doing so good. I threw it all away for nothing. I was having a panic attack alone at home and needed some way to let out what hatred I felt for myself. It was over such a small thing and basically just a few scratches that bled, but I still relapsed. 4 years, down the drain. My chest feels so heavy. What have I done to myself?

I (18F) hate my mother not cause i’m a teenager. My mother is mad to my grandfather (my dad’s father) because he didn’t say to her “I’m sorry for your loss” when she lost her mother. It’s been a couple of hours since we (me and dad) left home. It’s starting to turn dark. Tomorrow I have a big oral test at school and cannot read a thing anymore. My parents had a huge fight. I don’t know what to do anymore…

I’m about to turn 22 this upcoming January and I didn’t really mind living with my parents because I love them and they really do like having me here, but these past few months have been unbearable. I’m not sure what changed, but I can’t put up with my dads behavior anymore like I used to, it exhausts me and I find myself wanting to move out just to not put up with his mood swings. I’m just not sure how to even leave. I feel like the house will crumble the moment I step out since i’m the one who keeps track of their bills and makes the calls since their first language isn’t English. I take care of my siblings as well. I feel like i’m stuck in a cycle. I recently graduated uni with my bachelors and I wanted to go to grad school or even get a job before applying, but I just can’t because I have to put my parents first. I’m also pretty sure I ruined my chances of graduate school because I decided to put their needs over my own, but I can’t really blame them for that. I’ve always been glued to them and I feel so selfish for even thinking about leaving when they’ve given me so much, but it’s just gotten to a point where I can’t handle the atmosphere at home like I was able to before. To make it worse, I can’t even find a job because my degree is utterly useless and I didn’t find out until my last month of uni (LOL). So now I feel like I’ve hit a wall.

In looks I'm slightly above average, tall and athletic. No drugs or drinking issue. Have a career. I get along with women as friends too (guy friends don't like talking about feels and stuff so I like talking to women about it and they say I'm a great).

But when it comes to dating I'm bad at it because I'm shy and want the woman to take the lead. And no woman wants to lead her future man. It may come off as insecure but I'm not, just the whole feeling of going on a date feels....foreign to me.

Autism sucks

im trying to get there. I (22f) am 2 weeks out from a 4 year off and on relationship. a part of me thinks i emotionally disconnected myself right before i got dumped. i was told the “i was never in love with you” story blah blah blah “i had been feeling this way for so long” blah blah blah whatever. realistically, what happened is we were introduced to a mutual friend who is very much a lesbian, and unbeknownst to me he emotionally cheated on me. he then believed that was evidence that something was missing in our relationship. in a matter of 2 days he dumped me, she told me what happened, and he lied about everything. i thought i had seen every aspect of him over the 4 years we were together, but apparently i did not. but at least i made a friend out of the whole thing:). shes been very honest and open towards me and has been there for all of the uncomfortable emotions.

im now stuck in a state where i actually feel relief for the most part, but my chest feels like it’s being squeezed 24/7. i have brief periods where i’ll cry, but otherwise im functioning fine. during past breakups i was always devastated, but for some reason this time i actually feel like im going to be okay. im very confused by my own behavior. we were discussing marriage and a life together this time around, and our relationship was the most serious it had ever been. but all i feel is relief that the garbage took itself out. i know i gave my 100% and i feel as though the curtains on my eyes are lifted and i can see him for who he truly was— that i can feel relief that someone who wanted to take the easy way out did just that. i just feel like this time im not wallowing in it i guess? im not thinking, “oh if i had done this we would still be together.” im thinking more along the lines that i did what i could, and one day ill find a person who can return the love i give. to me, love is more than a feeling. feelings are weird and can fade or grow stronger than ever. what really matters is the commitment, respect, and integrity when the love falters.

today i have some people getting my things from the apartment we chose together and lived in for a year. it feels like a chapter of my life is closing, and it sucks, but im okay with that. i know this whole post is word vomit, but my thoughts are word vomit too. im going to keep busy today— i just need to keep moving forward. i guess im posting here to see if anyone has been in my position. why do i not care as much this time? why am i not devastated? has anyone else been through something similar?

Im 30,suffer from BPD, Depression and PTSD. No family, no friends, no partner. Have been in therapy multiple times - didn't help. Since 1,5 years I'm completely alone with little to no human conversations. I'm also chronically ill. Since months I've been planning to take my life soon, I've been preparing things. Giving most of my stuff away. I almost don't own anything anymore. But I'm still unsure about the method. I feel happy and relived when I think about ending it. I have no dreams or hopes for the future. I don't feel like I'll ever connect with people again or work a normal job. I csnt stand the system and all the evil in the world. I simply want to leave. So, what do you think is a peaceful method to do it?

I'm 33 and have had a well paying job for the last 10 years where I worked 12 hours day 5-6 days a week. I feel so worn out from not having a good work life balance. I'm single and feel lonely living alone. I left my job to move to another city where it was cheaper to live. But I'm now no longer with my friends or around people I know. I feel even more isolated. I know this isn't an advice sub but I'd love to hear from other people that might have been in my situation what you did to overcome it.

15m. not at all happy with whatever the fuck is happening in life right now.

to start off, i live in india. any of you living in india know what the typical indian parents are like. mine are a bit different from typical, but still they give me a lot of pressure. i have stopped loving my mother. i dont feel anything for her. before covid, my father had night shift. so, he was only available when i was in school. before 2017, i used to live in a place where there were no children i dont have any siblings, im the only child, so basically it was just my mother and me and thus, im a bit closer with her. in lockdown, i didnt even get to see friends from school and i felt lonely, so i started spending more time with her. the way i loved her was hugging and kissing most of the time. i never did too much of that until then. cut to march 2024, ive stopped overdoing the hugs and kisses, but whenever i do like just once or twice a day, she gets so fucking angry. she starts crying and saying things like "you dont actually love me, this isnt how you show love" and shit which really hurts me. my father cant really say much to her as she will say things like "ohh ok ill stop talking and sharing my problems now" which really pisses him off. this has happened a lot of times. she also doesnt keep a secret at all. like she tells everything to my father. there are things for which i had to build a lot of courage to tell her, and she breaks the trust by telling them to him and joking about it in front of relatives.

my father too is such an asshole. its not like he beats my mom or anything. but hes such an asshole. i hate him. during and after covid, ive lost so much respect for him. now i understand that he has a lot of mental pressure on him, but i cant help it. his father, or my late grandfather died when my father was a child. my uncle, or his big brother, had to manage the house when he was only 18. he had to manage my father, my aunt and my late grandmother. i understand that he didnt get much of his fathers love. i understand that he had to finish his education cheap and asap to support his brother. hes also respected by a lot of his friends. but i swear to god he is such an asshole. hes always afraid to support me whenever i and my mother have a fight or smth. he always scolds me, knowing that my mother is wrong. he might seem like a good person with the description ive given but he isnt with me at least. he forces me to study 8hrs on a holiday, 5hrs on a school day (after 9.30 hrs of school and 2hrs of tuition). he doesnt want to understand my problems. he thinks that children my age dont have any mental problems. ive had so many breakdowns in front of them and somehow he finds a reason to make it all about himself and i have to apologise or he cries like hell broke loose (i cry worse but my mother wont care). when i share my problems while having a breakdown, hes trying to prove all of them wrong by saying that "you shouldnt have these problems" or by just changing the topic to a topic where im wrong. he thinks that im not disciplined, even though ive done everything he wants me to. he always tries to prove me wrong and shows that hes always correct because he is an adult. he also silences my mother if shes ever trying to support me in any debate or discussion. he thinks that discussing with me is not worth it because i havent achieved anything. he doesnt even know that i have skills i can use to make more money than him in a month, probably 2x. he doesnt care about my skills or hobbies, he just wants me to study day and night. im writing all of this in my study time, because ive already studied enough. im not a bad scorer according to me. i get like 85% every exam and im good in maths. but after every parents teachers meet, theres always a hell-like situation at home, where he scolds me for not being up to my potential. he thinks that ive enough potential to score 98, and no i dont. and even if i do, i dont want to. i dont want to end up like those toppers who dont have a life. i score well enough for me. i stay in discipline, i get to do my hobbies and life is going good. he stopped my gym because he thought i didnt get enough time to study (i did). he wont even let me take breaks between study sessions. he underestimates me so much that ive started to hate him. every 3-4 months, he and i have these little emotional sessions where he tells me about his hopes for me. i do want to fulfill his hopes, but whenever i try, he wouldnt recognise it and it just breaks me and i dont want to try anymore. i still have respect for him for a lot of things, i still support him and love him, but this part of him ive talked about makes me want to kill myself, and i think about killing myself day and night. the only thing thats making me still love him is that he is trying. he is trying to raise me. he recently lost his job to AI and he is still trying to support the family. ive tried a lot to understand what hes going through and that is the only thing thats keeping me in this house. the fact that i was rejected by him when i offered to help him by supporting him financially with my video editing/graphic designing skills (im as good as mrbeasts editor) made me even more angry. he thinks that i should instead focus more on studies. i also told him that i will do this only on saturdays and sundays, but he denied.

the thing about me is that im fat. back in 2021, i got this thing called alopecia areata. this condition basically rips off your hair in patches, and this shit was so damn hard on me that no other meds worked except one. but this med required me to have some other meds which were steroids ig, i dont remember properly. so basically, i took steroids 2 times a day, for 3-4 months. this boosted my weight from 40 kgs to 60 kgs. also, due to this, my puberty and metabolism were fucked. 15 and i still dont have a grown penis and a manly voice. i just very recently got some hair on my pubes. i eat a very very average meal in india, probably a bit less than average. and no, im not undereating, thats just how much food i need. but still, this much food manages to increase my weight. im weak and fat right now, and going to gym helped me a lot. im currently 69 at 5'8, but most of it is just fats. i hate being like this but i cant do anything. i used to get joked on a lot in school due to this but now it has reduced when i told them i started gym-ming. so gym really helped me. theres also this girl whom i loved a lot, and yes im talking about love. ik what is love. shes my fathers friends daughter. we know each other since she was born. but ik that any girl ill ever try to propose will reject me because of my fat body. today, finally, ive gotten over her after thinking a lot. ive got stretch marks and i really hate them. i want to lose the weight so bad but i cant, not at least until march when 10th grade ends, maybe after that i can gym.

ive also started drinking and smoking. this happened in september. our school went on a trip to a place, it was a one night stay and i smoked and drank in that trip with some new friends i made in my new class, and it doesnt bother me much. i dont smoke on a daily basis. my friend brings vape in school and i try it sometimes in the washroom, but i dont do that on a daily basis. we meet probably once a month outside school and drink together, and thats the only time i drink. ik that it is wrong. but i dont want to stop. im not addicted, but i feel good. i also think that it is probably the only way to stick with these friends. and trust me when i say this, they are not bad people. they are really good at heart. they always support me and they have never forced me to drink or smoke. ive always insisted. they always help me whenever i need help. the only bad thing about them is that they drink or smoke. but they, too, were influenced my someone else. i hate myself for doing all this but deep down i dont think it is wrong. ik its a bit confusing but it is what it is. i cant explain it too properly as english is not my first or second language.

my every day is the same, not at all different. i wake up, study, play games, eat, take a nap, study again, play, study again, eat, study again and then finally sleep. tho, my sleep schedule, too, is fucked. im not really able to sleep at night properly and im bored of this daily life. i hate waking up and giving a fake smile to my family, faking happiness with them, faking my studdy sessions. i basically am faking my whole life. and trust me, ive tried to be real and it led to me having breakdowns while my father tries to again make the topic about himself and my mother tried to give a fuck. the only things i like to do is work more on my skill and play games (which im losing interest in). i hate my life and im not at all interested. even with this big ass post, im not able to express myself and trust me, its not due to my language problem. theres just too many things that i cant express.

a few things i forgot to mention:
my dad knows that i want a career in designing and not in engineering, but still he tells everyone that im looking forward to engineering. he forces me to take advices from people in engineering about engineering. only once he asked some in designing about my career, and he said some random shit about what i had planned (all false). he even said that im not too interested in designing (i never mentioned or showed that and i am really interested in designing). he told him that i havent even checked colleges yet (i checked the colleges and told him about it, but he didnt seem to care much when i did).
i also found a photo of him, edited such that he is kissing some other woman.

My life has become a shit show. It all started a year ago when my mom, who has mental issues, started harassing me. She doesn't see the problems she has, never accepted going to a doctor, I tried getting her help but always refused, until she started to believe I was against her because I was trying to get her back to reality from the scenes she was creating in her own mind. Daily scandals at my door, hundred of messages accusing me that I killed her daugher (me) and I am a clone and all I want is to steal her money and her house. I tried talking with doctors, police, and they all told me that there is nothing they can do agains her wishes if she is not a danger to herself or others. The appartment I was living in was owned by the both of us and I could not stop her from entering, so eventually I sold it, gave her her part from the sale and moved far away, no contact from April. I was alone through all this, with panic attacks, no sleep and noone to help me. My boyfriend of 9 years was only making things worse for me by telling me not to complain because it was my own fault. I was always a people pleaser and I always did everything to help my family at my own expense and he could never understand that. After the move I only had 1 month of peace. The fights with my boyfriend increased, he started to get annoyed from every little thing, like everything I did was intentional against him ( for example he would get cold inside and accuse me of intentionally lowering the temperature in the house). I would get mad at the accusations and from there...another fight over stupid shit. After anothet fight over the fact that I rolled the key 2 times in the door lock the said that he was leaving home, and I told him it's the end of us if he leaves. so...he did it. I can't say that the relationship was a really good one, but I loved him, I accepted all the crap he pulled, his insecurities, I created excuses for the fact that he did not want to leave his home to move in with me even if we were together for 9 years. After he left I realised how stupid I was for staying with him all those years and decided to stand my ground with the breakup. We talked a few times, he was telling me how conflicted he is because he loves me, but doesn't know if we can make things better, and all I would say was that is better this wat for both of us. He realised some of his mistakes, but in the end, we decided to go mo contact. I have to admit that deep down I was hoping for him to really do something to show me that he can change, because he was always asking my best friend how I was doing, if I was ok, telling her how devastated he was, but nothing. On my birthday last month he sent a message wishing me a happy birthday, telling me how he will always want he best for me, he wishees he was with me for this day, that he know how I've been doing with my heath problems ( another shit, but the story is already too long), that he knows I can het through everything because I am strong, and he wishes for me to be happy. I thanked him and wished him the best and that was all...until 2 days ago, on my name day. He wrote to me something like "happy birthday puf... (part of the way he was calling me when we were together), followed by my name. I instantly started crying and asked him why was he doing this and he started the madness: he is sorry about everything, about how poorly he treated me, that he left, that he did not try to do something to get back because he was afraid to hurt me again, how amazing I am and was, how hard is for him after the breakup, how he can't work, still has days he can't stop crying over the fact that he hurt me, that he's worried about my health problems...I just couldn't understand how someone can say he has these feelings but he doesn't do something about it...until he said that he started "talking" with someone else 2 month ago...I thought I was ok, and I was. I knew I didn't want to get back with him and I wasn't thinking about him, until he said that, along with the fact that he is not over me, but she got him out of the depreshion he was in, that he helps him to stop thinking about me. I cut him off and told him to stop contacting me and he stopped...for a few hours. At 2AM he left me a looong message...how he is lying himself that he does not love me anymore, how he misses me, how he is realising now how perfecr I was, how mature, that he was only strong because I was there for him, that I was his rock and he still wants to call me everytime he has a problem and realises he can't do that anymore, how hurt he still is, how he hates himself for hurting me and can nit think or talk about me without criyng, and then started with the story of his new girlfriend, biw they started, how he cried and felt like shit after the first time he was with her, that she is not me and so on...this is just a summary. And now I am just lost with my soul shattered in pieces. I can't wrap my head around this...how can he say all these things when he is with someone else? Why tell me about her? I am really lost and heartbroken now, it's been a year since my life has become a shitshow of hurt and dissapointment and I am wonderring if it will ever stop, if I will be happy again...Sorry for the long post, but I really needed to get this off my chest.

Should I stay or should I go

I am a ruin due to having started an affair this year. My wife (F34) and I (M32) have been together for 9 years.

My relationship was always a bit messy. We come both from toxic environments (highly narcisstic mother on her side, emotional neglectful mother on my side) and always fought a lot with arguments lasting well into the night, lots of tears, insults against each other and close family members. There was also always the issue that I paid for everything while she went through grad school. There were constantly crises and problems from around us but there was always a deep sense of love and trust.

My wife was never my dream girl but that didn't bother me so much. What brothered me were the shouting matches, that I got scratched and slapped and throwing things around. Even though we have been together 9 years we only really moved in together last year with each of us usually visiting a parent around the weekend. Often we only saw each other 3 days a week.

Then she left for a couple of months due to work. I was quite devastated and missed her but kinda got back to knowing how things can be when youre alone. Then, shortly before she came home, I fell in love with a co-worker with whom I had a 4 month long a affair and a budging relationship. I feel like I love my AP but I have some doubts about how well we really match on a deeper level. Now AP forced me to choose and went no contact until I have decided.

My wife knows about the emotional aspects as she found out about us after 2 months but not the whole truth, that I have basically been in constant contact.

Still I cant tell my wife to leave as and I have a lot of doubts about what I want and also feel I still love her even though I crave to be with my AP with whom I might not have that much in common and who might not "get me" as much as my wife, but I am very doubting that my wife and I can finally change.

TL;DR --I am not sure what to do. I M32 feel like my wife F34 and I are in a dysfunctional marriage for 9 years and I want to leave for my affair partner. What is holding me back?

So, I had many socials but since they all started using posts to feed AI I fled to anti AI apps and started over, which has been going pretty damn well, maybe except for roughly thirteen percent of my viewer base are furries or furry artists. I don't know how or why my account is attracting so many, as a personally don't post furry content, and have blocked multiple furry accounts, and have muted many aswell (everything I saw from those accounts were very VERY horny/vulgar or cringe so much so that I have gagged on multiple occasions ) I wonder if my avoidance just makes them multiply or if checking my followers' accounts makes the algorithm think I want more furries to see my account but all this makes me think the furry nation is attacking 🥲

Edit my calculations were off.... 20% of my followers are furries

When I was 19 I had an affair with a 35 year old married man I met at work. This happened 8 years ago. Until this day, it’s something I don’t know how to handle. I know I don’t really have the right to be the damaged one here but I feel like it’s something that’s been weighing on me ever since. I can’t explain the regret and the guilt I’m feeling towards what I did and at the same time I still have to think about it regularly. We haven’t been in contact in the last years but he recently contacted me again saying how he thought about me a lot recently bla bla bla. I really know that there’s nothing about ME he actually likes or knows but it was all about how I made him feel. I just can’t seem to let go of that period of my life and forgive myself for what I did

So, I [16M] have been working on and going to Eramsus projects for a little over a year now. They basically means that I go an one week trips to different cities and study there. And it is really helpful, I feel like in one week like this I learned more then in 3 months at school. Not to mention all the cool people I meet there, I still talk daily with people I met on my first project.

Today I just came back from a project and I was very sad after saying goodbye to all my friends at the airport. For those who went through this know what it's like. Knowing I'll never see these amazing people again is always hard.

Then, my mom started yelling at me telling me that I'm depressed after each project and that they do "incredible efforts so I can go" and that if I do man up I won't be allowed to go anymore. First of all, that didn't help. When someone is sad, telling them that surely won't help. Second of all, no, they do not do any effort for me to go on projects. They have never done any effort. They don't even care, in fact, they make it incredibly hard for me to do it. They always wait till the last second to tell me I'm allowed to go, they always say stuff like "oh, you're going again in holiday? What about school" (even though I do these projects specifically because my school has failed to educate me on the topics I learn there). And they overall are very unsupportive and make it hard for me to go. And lastly, why would you destroy my life like that? What have I don't wrong? Why stop the only hope I still have left? No mom, I'm not depressed because of the projects, I'm depressed because of you but I'm scared to tell her that.

Maybe I'm just exaggerating but i really mean all I said there

(40f) received a text from her X at 3am and he says okay.... then today it feels a little off

What influence (for some) Engineering students on their perception regarding Mathematic students? Do they tend to look down on Math students?

SORRY, I need to open a jar full of frustration!!!

I know that my engineer friend looks down on us mathematicians, almost as if our work isn’t as important or impactful as theirs. It’s like they think we don’t have a solid place in society outside of academia, especially since we don’t have a licensure exam or board certification like engineers do. Every time we talk, it feels like they are implying that we’re not as established or useful because our career paths aren't as clear-cut as theirs. Questioning why we do research that does not benefits the society-implying pure mathematics is pointless.

It’s frustrating when they brag about how engineers have the highest-paying jobs, almost like our field doesn’t make as much money or isn’t as valuable. They even mentioned that engineers could do math research if they had the right foundation(Girl, can you survive Pure Math though?), which feels like she’s undermining the importance of our expertise.

They also tends to look down on IT students, thinking that just because they do coding, they’re not doing real engineering work(They do more important stuff and is likely to have higher positions than IT'S). But coding is just one piece of the puzzle and I think they are able to develop or work on devices, and I know they’re working on some pretty complex stuff too.

It’s tough because I don’t want to start a fight, but it’s hard to just let it slide when they seem to think our field is need not to exist because engineers are they to replace us. I do not like the way they look down on things or people just because they have excellent discernment on things and are intelligent. I do not like the arrogance in their tone exaltibg engineering and looking down on others' field of specialty just because you have been taught a fraction of it.

Just as the title says. I'm someone with no hobbies that happily supported their husband having (often) expensive ones. I never partake in his hobbies as they didn't interest me. As a SAHM I have been all too happy to watch kids while he golfs, games etc.

I finally found something I like. This is so silly but I love my metaquest 3s. I love playing the majority of the games, watching my shows and movies, and even the silliness of the virtual worlds. It was supposed to be for me and him but he's shown no interest in over a week.

I woke up 2 hours early to play on my own but felt too guilty. I ended up packing up our stuff and putting it in the guest room.

I'm fine with him having his own hobbies and go out of my way to ensure he gets time to do them. I have to wake up early and sneak mine in because it's not safe around kids (unless I'm in mixed reality but games are limited here). When I asked him to watch the kids so I could play a game he agreed but I stopped within 10 mins because it felt "wrong" that I was having fun and he wasn't.

Why is my brain broken like this?

So, I have a very good friend who is also a personal trainer in the gym that we train at. He is generally really knowledgeable about fitness and bodybuilding and has some really great insight. But today I saw him tell one of his new clients to do a standing plate press, which is a famously bad chest exercise that won't grow your chest very well.

So, I asked him about it and he kind of smirked and told me something about client retention and keeping his business for longer. I am really torn Reddit, do I call him out on teaching bad exercises to beginner on purpose, to keep them needing him for longer, or is it none of my business?

I'm currently taking acting classes. Everything is going rather well, I've made friends and the atmosphere is cool. However, there's this girl I'm beginning to distrust more and more. She's not a mean girl, but she acts really weird with guys. I should mention that I find her to be very unattractive, she's overweight with a very chubby face. But even she was attractive, I would've find her behavior to be inappropriate. Maybe that the fact I don't like her looks made me realize it earlier.

Every time we do improvisations, she makes sure to do it with a guy, and she always comes up with a scenario where she hits on the guy or tries to get affection from him. We recently started doing readings in class, and she always comes up with her own scenarios (everyone else generally just choose to do movie scenes), and they are once again an excuse for her to get physically intimate with other guys. Last time, she did two scenes with the same guy, one where she kisses him and another where she grabs him by the dick. I asked the guy after class if everything was planned and consented, and even though most of what they did was, he confessed that she kissed him during a scene when it wasn't planned. He didn't seem too bothered by it, but I was very unsettled to learn this. Also, about a month ago, we were a party organized by the school, and her plan was apparently to flash her boobs to a random guy. I don't know if she actually did it, but I felt uncomfortable hearing this.

About a week ago, she suggested that we did a reading together. At the time, I didn't fully realize how weird her behavior was, and our teacher is pressuring us into doing lots and lots of readings, so I accepted and she sent me a script that she wrote herself. I had tons of other things to do, so I didn't fully read it. About a few days ago, I actually took the time to read it, and there is a scene we were have to "passionately kiss". She also wants me to learn a song on guitar that I would play for her during the scene (because I'm on the few guitarists in my class).

I didn't tell her that I'm not interested in doing it anymore yet, I don't know how to tell her without acting like a coward or a jerk. It's really infuriating, because I feel like she's benefiting from a huge double standard. If a guy were to do the same thing with girls, he would almost instantly be outed as a weirdo by the others. And I don't feel like this is the consensus about her in the class, she's liked by most students. She's obviously no Harvey Weinstein from what I've seen so far, but she also seems to be at the limit of what is acceptable.

Content Warning: Eating Disorder

There wasn't a content warning flair for ED so I marked this NSFW.

My best friend, let's call her J, and I are both in high school. We've been friends since our freshman year and I feel so lucky to have a friend like her in my life. She's had an eating disorder since before I even knew her, because I've seen her in middle school and she used to talk about it. But over the years, I've seen her throw up multiple times after eating, looking and checking her stomach, talking about "being fat", and saying she's going to starve herself.

And all of her behaviors have been affecting me recently.

I'm about 5'7 and weigh 115lbs. I don't go a day without feeling overweight or fat even though I know logically I'm not. I hear J talking about needing to lose weight so much and the things I've seen her do, I don't know they're rubbing off on me. I've been making myself throw up and unconsciously counting calories. I know my eating is disordered but I can't tell anybody this because I'm a coward so I'm turning to the Internet. I love my best friend and I hate seeing her do this to herself but then I turn around and do the exact same thing. I feel lost.

In summer i tried mdma for the first time and i ended up loving the effects and using it atleast once a week alot of the times more for like ten weeks.I cant even remember the full extent of it because my memory of that time is like none existent as i was never sober.I started as doing it with my mates and i loved the way it made me feel.It made me feel like myself and i wasnt embarrassed to be me it also made me feel happy which i felt like i never felt.I ended up just doing it by myself in my room when none of my mates were up for it.To give some context during this time I didnt only do mdma i also used ket alot too like every day but id been using ket for a while at this point i even did it in school quite abit(I always did ket by myself because it basically got me through the day as it made me feel not embarrassed of being myself like what you feel when your drunk and you can be everyones mate).Quite quickly i realised mdma wasnt giving me the same feeling it once did so I started having to take more pills to make me feel the same.The comedowns also became increasingly worse and it was like whenever i wasnt on mdma i felt like i was on a comedown.I ended up trying to force myself to quit mdma as i nearly got in trouble with the police and my parents put it into perspective of how much i had changed to this point also the comedowns got so bad the actual feeling it gave me wasnt wortj it anymore .It was hard for awhile because i always got the urge to do it as i wanted to feel happy.During this time of me stopping mdma use i still did ket.After a month of not doing mdma i realised i should probably stop doing ket too.This was harder to stop completely i suppose as even though i didnt get the same happiness as i did from mdma i was so normalised to using ket everyday.I think it's because everyone told me how bad mdma was for me but with ket nobody really seemed to care.I ended up only stopping using it so often(i used to just do it before i went anywhere to make me feel less awkward which was like every day)Its now november and ive been sober from mdma since September and i have cut back my ket usage massively.I still get that urge to do mdma all the time.Its almost like i fantasise about the happiness feeling.I wonder if i have ruined my brain somehow from taking mdma so much because i never feel happy anymore(its not even like i feel unhappy its like i dont feel anything)Im confused to wether these urges will ever go away and if i will feel happy again.As i started college in september i realised how not normal it was to have been through this stuff.Hopefully the urges will eventually stop because i want to feel happy.I also feel like i cant be open about this stuff to boys who are interested in me as they usually just shame me for doing drugs.

(Sorry if spelling and punctuation is bad ive never really been good at writing things)

19F currently in a relationship. I've done some reflection and I've realized that I might not actually be straight, and idk whether its just cause I'm not with the right guy or because I won't be happy with any guy. I was wondering whether these experiences are normal for a straight woman:

• Penises, in general, give me the ick. At best, they are just another body part on the guy that I'm seeing, and most of the time, they are pretty ugly. My friends say it is pretty normal to think that penises are ugly and that doesn't mean you aren't straight, but idk
• During sex, I like the attention that I get from him better than the guy himself. I want to be treated like a goddess in bed. I'm not really attracted to the guy himself ... my friends can be swooning over a guy's jawline/face/body and I won't really feel anything. Like I couldn't really point to a specific male body part and be like "Oh I find that very attractive".
• I don't really get sexually aroused/"wet" down there except for when I'm actively having sex. And I don't really understand what it means to be "horny" either. Most of the time, when I'm having sex, I'm having it because I want to make him happy.
• I don't really feel anything different when I see a attractive guy vs girl. Most of the time, I'm just like "wow he/she is objectively attractive", like I am looking at an artwork. Even for unattainably hot guys like Joseph Morgan or Ian Somerhalder(Me and my friends are super into TVD lol), I don't really feel anything for them whereas for my friends, it seems different? Like they become the epitome of "thirsting" lol in a way that doesn't happen for Nina Dobrev. And for normal "hot" guys you might see at the coffee shop or something, they are completely invisible to me.

Are these experiences normal for a "straight" woman?

(english is not my first language please excuse my bad grammar). I (18M) and my gf (18F) both had unprotected sex back in october 7, I didn't finish inside her, we were just 2 curious teens that was trying to explore the pleasure of unprotected sex, we used condoms to finish it out and didn't have sex afterwards. She got her period 8 days after her expected day and it was mostly light except for the first and last day and it lasted for 6 days(she said the light periods weren't spotting because it was heavier than when she's spotting). She also took 2 tests 15 days after our unprotected sex and it was negative but I am still scared because she was delayed for 8 days and there might be a chance that her period was implantation bleeding and the tests might be defective. What are the chances of her being pregnant?

Yes

Sorry, this is a bit longwinded, but there’s a lot of back story to get us where we are today.

My girlfriend had a dog, Harry, when we got together 5 years ago. Harry was the best dog in the world. I know loads of people say that, but he was the perfect fit for our lifestyle. Enough of a cheeky streak to give him a bit of character, but he very, very rarely crossed the line into naughtiness. He was dependent on us, but never needy. As unlikely as I thought it would be to find a partner who’s a perfect match for me, to have a dog that was as well was beyond my wildest dreams. He well and truly set a high bar.

My girlfriend & I knew each other previously. She’d moved to the other end of the country, got Harry, had to move somewhere else, couldn’t find anywhere to take pets and ended up having to leave Harry with her brother & his girlfriend (Dan & Annie) for 6 months until she moved back here. That’s when we got together.

Dan & Annie missed having Harry around and ended up contacting the breeder that Harry came from and brought his biological brother, Louis, home. Harry was 2 at this point and Louis was a puppy. Harry & Louis spent a lot of time with each other, and ended up going to daycare together. Louis had a lot of bad habits that Harry didn’t. Very vocal and mischievous.

A few months later there was a post in the daycare Facebook group asking if anyone could take in Pablo. The guy who posted it explained his wife had suddenly left him and he couldn’t care for a dog on his own. Unlike Harry, Louis was not comfortable with being left alone at all, so Dan & Annie took Pablo in hoping that the company would settle Louis if they were left alone. At this point, Harry was 5, Louis 3 and Pablo 1.

Louis & Pablo ended up being pulled out of daycare because of the costs, but they still got to see Harry a lot as we’d take in Louis & Pablo when Dan & Annie had plans, they’d take in Harry when we were busy and we’d meet up for weekly walks. Pablo was very timid but ultimately affectionate. However, that all changed when it got dark when he’d start barking and growling if I was stood up or put my hands anywhere near my girlfriend.

We quickly deduced that Pablo’s previous owner was omitting important detail when he said his wife left suddenly, that he (the owner) was probably violent, and that his wife’s departure wasn’t sudden, but a culmination of long term abuse. We don’t know the extent of it, but we know it’s left an impact on him. Over time Pablo grew in confidence, but still got aggressive at night. We hadn’t heard anything about him acting like this at home, so we put it down to being in an unusual environment and that he’d feel more comfortable at home.

Earlier this year (Harry was nearly 7, Louis nearly 5 and Pablo 3), Dan & Annie split up. Because of his work, Dan decided that when he moved out he wouldn’t be able to care for the dogs, so left them completely with Annie. Both moved out of the house they bought together. Annie found a place to rent that would allow her to bring her dogs with her. It was an amicable split and we still looked after Louis & Pablo and Annie would look after Harry when she could.

Shortly after this, not long after he’d turned 7, we lost Harry in a tragic accident. It absolutely ruined us. As solid as our relationship is, there’s been a massive hole in our lives ever since. It was only when this happened that we realised how much of our day to day routine was modelled around Harry and how little of an inconvenience that was. He meant absolutely everything to us and we were lost. To a certain degree, we still are.

We looked after Louis & Pablo a couple of times. The first time they came round after we lost Harry, Louis just lay on the floor sulking practically the whole time. We could tell he missed his big brother. A couple of months ago Annie asked us if we’d be interested in looking after them for a few months while she moved back in with her mum’s to save up a deposit on a new house, but the dogs couldn’t move with her. Her dad wouldn’t take them in either. We talked it over and decided it would be good to have a bit of routine back in our lives rather than sitting in front of the TV all evening. Maybe not the best reason to take in a pair of dogs, but they needed to go somewhere and were already familiar with us.

We’ve had them over a month and we’ve hit breaking point. Pablo is still getting aggressive in the evening, not every time I stand up anymore, but he still goes for me at bed time, so I’ve ended up sleeping on the couch most nights. He also has this thing where he’ll play with Louis and then start barking, which makes Louis lose interest in playing, but makes Pablo bark more for his attention and it’s impossible to stop him.

Louis still barks a lot, quite often when he’s bored. Harry would just go for a nap when he was bored, Louis does what he can to get our attention. His barking often sets Pablo off too. My girlfriend works from home, I’m on a hybrid split so a lot of days she’s left with them and even when I am at home I need to be working, so we can’t give them the attention they crave.

I know I’ve been very negative about Louis & Pablo, but the truth is they’re as good as gold 90% of the time. Right now they’re curled up on the couch with us sleeping. They have made some progress with us. Pablo is learning not to jump up at us for affection and is beginning to sit nicely when he wants a stroke. Both would dive in to any treats they were given, but we’ve taught them both to sit and wait until we tell them they can have their treats before they go for them.

The other 10% of the time it’s unbearable. They’ve driven my girlfriend to tears on a few occasions, once when I was in the office and couldn’t come home. Last week we both had important meetings to attend and, having been told they were fine being left alone, decided to leave them for 3 hours. We hadn’t even got out of the door before Louis started howling. We couldn’t inflict that on our neighbours or stress them out like that, which meant my girlfriend had to ask her mum if she could drop them off with her at very short notice.

This week Annie asked my girlfriend if we would be interested in having them full time as she couldn’t deal with the stress of caring for them alone. My girlfriend came clean about what we’ve had to put up with over the last few weeks and how we couldn’t possibly do it. Deep down they’re good boys, but with Pablo’s trauma and Louis’ separation anxiety, they don’t fit in with our lifestyles at all. Whereas Harry fit in with us perfectly, was calm, could be left alone and the only time there was any drama was if he saw a cat or squirrel.

The next day Annie told us she’d found a place to rehome Pablo. A single woman with another dog and a lot of room for Pablo to run around in. It’ll be perfect for him. While he evidently does trust me, there’s a flick of a switch at night time where he feels as though he has to protect women from men.

When they’ve been left with me of an evening while my girlfriend’s been out they’ve been as good as gold and Pablo has made no drama out of being stood up. Annie also told my girlfriend that he was like that with Dan, so if this is behaviour he’s carried for more than half of his life, it’s highly unlikely he’ll ever grow out of it. My girlfriend sometimes stays on the couch when I’ve got an early start in the morning and I take them up to bed and there have been no issues, so it definitely is a man/woman dynamic that sets him off. I’m inclined to believe this will have been a contributing factor when Annie & Dan split up. It’s fine for us knowing this is a temporary thing, but I think it would put a lot of strain on a relationship if that’s how he acts at any sign of affection and you know it’s going to be the case for 10+ years. Annie is young and has to move on, which I don’t think would be possible if Pablo is hostile to any man she sees.

Annie’s dad has said he’ll take Louis in until she can take him back, which makes us think that Pablo was the reason that he wouldn’t take them in in the first place. I’m a little aggrieved that we weren’t made aware of the extent of Pablo’s trauma, but also understand that Annie was coming from a place of desperation and knew that we would care for them. I get where she was coming from and it wouldn’t have affected our decision. It would have been nice to be a bit more prepared for it though.

Pablo’s being picked up shortly to go to his new home and I know the villain of the story is Pablo’s former owner, but I can’t help but feel guilty that we’ve not been able to keep them together for longer. They’ve both lost Dan & Harry from their lives this year, they’ve been without Annie except for a few walks here or there for the past 6 weeks, and now they’re losing each other. Pablo’s also going to lose Annie from his life. We’ll still see Louis after Annie gets her new place and we know that Pablo’s going to be better off without the stress of feeling threatened in his life, but it’s still really upsetting that they’re being split up like this.

My girlfriend & I spoke last night about various things including how colleagues had both been asking us if we’re going to get another dog. We’re both a long way off that yet. It might happen at some point, but not for a while. We’re still grieving Harry. Pablo & Louis have helped with that and even though this goodbye is not a happy one, our last experience of having dogs hasn’t ended as tragically as our last one.

Pablo’s been picked up while I’ve been writing this and Louis has been super clingy. They probably haven’t been apart except for going to the vets for 2 years. I really, really wish this could have worked, but the impact it would have had would have essentially meant putting our lives on hold for the foreseeable future. It really is better that they’re with someone who’s more suited to them, but I can’t shift this feeling of guilt and think it’s only going to get worse over the next few days.

The title kinda says it all. Even for a post like that I feel the need to do a throwaway just in case. I had a lot of social anxiety in the past from getting harassed and while it got better irl, I just can't post anything online now if it's even a little bit personal, or related to something that may be tied to me in some ways.

Whether it's about telling my thoughts on a random subreddit about something I've watched/read, or posting projects I've worked on and want to share, it doesn't matter, I feel the same mental block. It's just tiring, and the few times I've managed to get past through it, the amount of anxiety I felt even with positive or neutral answers didn't really help me get rid of this block.

I always find excuses to not post like "who would care" or "someone already did it but better so it's not worth it", and even when I tried to go to a therapist about this anxiety being online, they didn't really get it.

I don't know what I'm looking for posting this and I kinda want to delete this as I'm writing it, but I'll try to avoid doing that.