Face piercing, mental illness

i genuinely don’t know who i can talk to anymore about this i’m f 15 and was in a month long relationship while i was dating this boy he r@ped me on multiple occasions i didn’t know it was r@pe until a few weeks ago before my re mock i was in the bath room and my friends was all talking about “the weirdest times we had sex” (my friends have all turned 15) we all told our story then it came to me my friend finally asked me the question,i took the biggest breath of my life and started to explain i was sleeping when i felt my joggers being pulled down and pants out to the side i still pretend to be asleep because surely he wouldn’t go on if he knew i was sleeping then i slowly opened my eyes i saw his trousers being pulled down too i acted like i had just woken and he covered my mouth and looked down i had told him i didn’t want to because his family is in the house.Then he just told me to “stay quiet then” i still remember that smile on his face as he said that i think you might know how the rest went i don’t want to get into all of it but i will say i kept on saying” stop it” ” i don’t want to” as i finished the whole story for my friends i saw their smile on their faces disappear one of the girls turned to me and asked me what else he did to me so i told them everything un expecting the talk after as soon as the girls had mentioned the word r@pe i couldn’t move an inch all of a sudden it felt like i was brain dead but also had so many questions in my head at once did he know what he was doing was bad?? or what if that was why he always told me to keep quiet in the relationship? so many more when the bell rang i walked up to the hall where the mock was happening and saw my bsf and broke down she held me tightly and asked what was wrong so i told her i found out it was r@pe all along she looked down at me and said in such a calm tone “i thought you knew that’s why i never spoke about it with you “
i have never felt such a low and i have never felt so alone i don’t want to talk to anyone about it i cant start listing all the things i feel right now i feel stupid for not knowing sooner i feel like an idiot for not doing anything i can’t stand to look at my self anymore i’m not the same person i was before and now i feel like i have to change everything about my self physically and mentally to escape the reality of it i don’t want to be who i am i can’t live with knowing i didn’t fight it i don’t know how to live.

Hello, I need some advice please. My ex boyfriend tried to get emergency protection of my daughter after two days of being served an order of protection order for me and my daughter. The court deemed not an emergency at the time. I still need to attend a hearing in a couple of days. He lied on the paper making it seem like l'd put my daughter in harm and used my mental illnesses against me when he has no proof. He also lied that there was no domestic violence happening when he was served a domestic violence order of protection. He wants to be the sole decision maker when he's dangerous, abusive, and isn't sober most of the time. I'm anxious and need advice, I am new to law and court. I'm in the process of getting an attorney. I'm worried about our daughter's safety around him.

Hi, I need some guidance in this topic. Unfortunately I don't have a mental health provider right now to get a in person opinion.
I have been treating anxiety disorder (sometimes panic disorder) since 2009. Depression started in 2019.
I took several medications (including Nardil, almost all SSRI etc) and did ketamin infusions. I almost went through ECT too but it was not necessary.
I have been treating my depression with fluoxetine, quetiapine, bupropion and clonazepam. In the beginning of the year the doctor in my new country started tapering my clonazepam. I was feeling fine and very well until I stopped to take it at 0.5 mg. After 9 days off I went to a anxiety crisis. I needed to back to medication (clonazepam) in 0.25 dosage.
Since the crisis day, I started feeling depressed again. I don't know if it's related to clonazepam withdrawal or anything else. I discovered an autistic diagnoses last September.
I really appreciate some help about it. I am tired of meds, therapy, treatment etc. So I would like to know if in this case is a response to benzo withdrawal or something related to my illness.
Thank you

I believe that Shuhu, Emanator of Abundance, is not dead and is currently hiding in Luocha's coffin. When the trailblaze missions inevitably return to the Xianzhou, Luocha is going to pop the lid, reveal Shuhu in front of the Xianzhou Marshal and Generals, and everyone will lose their shit.
Ok, so I don't think it's necessarily going to happen like that. But I do believe that there are enough hints in the lore to suggest that Shuhu is going to return as part of the Xianzhou plotline, and that Luocha's sketchy connections to the Abundance may be a part of that.
The Background
Shuhu is an Emanator of Abundance. By all accounts, he is not a good guy. The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus revere him as a direct disciple of Yaoshi, per the Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus' Salvation readable, he's led numerous battles against the Xianzhou Alliance-not surprising considering the Xianzhou's typical attitude towards the Abundance. The creepiest bit is found in Xueyi and Hanya's backstories.
Hanya Character Story III:

A colossal, walking tree approached her amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Extending its myriad branches, it impaled all who stood in its path, including her comrades. As she gripped her fractured sword for a desperate struggle, she suddenly saw a smiling face blossoming upon the tree — a reflection of her sister's face.
"It's me, my dear sister. Don't you recognize me?"
The branches and leaves rustled, and the faces of her companions sprouted like fruits from the treetops, emanating raucous laughter. "Do not succumb to death. Do not grow accustomed to it. Embrace me... become a part of me..."

Xueyi Character Story III:

She looked up from the blood and fire of the scorched earth. On the ground lay thousands of familiar but lifeless faces, including that of her sister.
But she couldn't find her own face.
"I can save her. I can save all of you. All it takes is a wave of the branch and I can teach flesh to regrow from the mere bones or let petals rise up out of the dust to the flower once more. You know very well I can."
Underneath her, a strange tree with a thousand faces spoke to her, and to everyone. THEY waved THEIR branches, penetrating deep into the earth.
"I am Shuhu. I am eternal. From me, you shall gain true immortality."

So yeah, not a good guy...tree-thing.
The second major clash between the Xianzhou and Shuhu that I'm going to mention is the one that occurred 700 years with the High Cloud Quintet. Shuhu ostensibly died in that one after Baiheng rammed him with a starskiff and a 'sun of absolute darkness', presumed by many fans to be a Stellaron.
From Dan Heng IL Character Story III:

he observed himself turning into a dragon, entangled and fighting claw-and-fangs against that bulb of shapeshifting shadow of flesh and blood. In an illusion seen on the verge of death, the emissary of the god showed him an unsettling, beautiful scene — the stars pulsated and sang hymns like red blood cells, and the universe descended into an abyss of flesh and desires. The dragon heart beat to its limit, raising its fangs, breath, and fury — however, no matter how mighty it was, a "lifeform" cannot defy the true body of god of life's envoy.
...Until a starskiff ran everything through like an arrow shaft. He saw that girl crawling out of the ruins with great difficulty, lifting a "sun" of absolute darkness in her hand. In that fleeting eternity, he saw her hand disappear, saw her face disappear, and saw HER disappear — That item had ground everything around it into the finest dust and dragged them into a vortex of raw power, including that girl.

This same character story has someone-presumably Yingxing/Blade-telling Dan Feng, "Shuhu is dead". According to Jingliu in her Companion quest, Shuhu completely disappeared.

Jingliu: ...still, all of that was erased. After Shuhu attacked the borders, he disappeared without a trace. There are no records of his remains, either.

but that makes no sense because...

Jingliu: As smart as he was, he made the foolish attempt to use the flesh of the Abundance Emanator to aid Imbibitor Lunae in resurrecting his deceased companion.
Jingliu: His stupidity turned him into a monster, cursed with immortality. His soul was shattered and became the evil that he hated most. The irony...

There was enough left of Shuhu for Dan Feng and Yingxing to presumably take Shuhu's remains and embark upon their ill-fated attempt at resurrecting Baiheng. It's also not true that there's no record of Shuhu's remains: presumably, they're also in the Shackling Prison under the control of the Ten Lords Commission.
Ten-Lords Commission Criminal Directory readable:

Remarks: At present, we are unsure if he is the one sealed in the box or not... We will keep the box in the lowest level of the prison for now. It must not be opened unless authorized by the marshal and the Ten Lords altogether.

So it seems that in the official records, Shuhu disappeared, in the Ten Lords Commission records, the remains are in the Shackling Prison, but according to Jingliu, were also being used for Dan Feng to commit the Sedition with. That's three separate stories. I smell a cover up. (And given how destabilizing the events of the Sedition were, there's plausible reason for a cover-up.)
The last two points are compatible--it's possible that the Ten Lords Commission took Shuhu's remains into custody along with Dan Feng after he committed his crimes. But it's also possible that somehow, Yingxing and Dan Feng stole Shuhu's remains from the Ten Lords Commission, or that they took the remains from the battlefield before the Ten Lords even came into the picture, and the Commission's never had the remains at all.
Regardless, I don't think the Commission has Shuhu's remains right now at all, just because of the wording of that readable. They don't know if Shuhu is actually in the box and are too scared to check? This really seems like foreshadowing to me. It's the perfect setup--they go to check on the box, it's empty, dun dun dun, new plot hook.
At this point, it seems like we're supposed to assume that Shuhu is done and dusted. There are no more significant appearances-the Xianzhou's longtime antagonist has been defeated, killed, and (possibly) imprisoned. So why am I here telling you that Shuhu isn't dead? Well, it's highly likely that killing Shuhu isn't enough to end him.
Xueyi Character Story III, again:

The branches laughed shrilly, letting each head speak one word on THEIR behalf, stringing together a sentence, "Teng Xiao, what do you plan on using to kill me this time? I'm curious."

This quote implies that Shuhu has been killed many times before, but it clearly didn't stick. Shuhu is the emissary of life and can grant immortality. Witness Blade, who has also died many, times, unsuccessfully. And Blade's immortality is somehow derived from Shuhu. His talent is called Shuhu's Gift, he used Shuhu's flesh trying to resurrect Baiheng...it's not unreasonable to assume that the Emanator has even greater powers of regeneration.
And if Shuhu resurrected himself during the Sedition, he would have ample opportunity to escape. There was a lot going on and people would be distracted with the dragon monster rampage. Or maybe Shuhu was still restrained somehow, or still dead, and couldn't escape, but that Jingliu took his imprisoned remains at around the same time she took Yingxing to turn him into sword practice, and he resurrected later...but she doesn't mention nicking Emanator flesh in the Companion quest. On the other hand, why would she? Either way, Shuhu's location before and after the Sedition is unaccounted for, and there are a variety of ways he could have gotten off the Xianzhou and into a location where he could make a deal with Luocha.
So what reason do we have to believe that Shuhu is in Luocha's coffin? Admittedly, the evidence for this is more tangential and speculative than the evidence for Shuhu not being dead. But there are a couple of hints that could go in this direction. First of all, whatever is in Luocha's coffin is bound to be a major plot point in future Xianzhou quests. It being something related to the dubiously-deceased, potentially uncaptured Emantor of Abundance who happens to be one of the Xianzhou's worst enemies ties it into the broader Xianzhou arc.
Jingliu's Companion Quest:

Jing Yuan: Hmph... as I expected. Your surrender is just the next step in your scheme. You wish to avail yourself of the Ten Lords' decree to enter the Xuling and stand before the six generals — even the marshal. That is your true agenda...
Jing Yuan: ...and the purpose of the contents of your coffin.

Second, saying that Luocha is suspicious is like saying water is wet. Everything about the guy is sketchy and vague. He has Abundance related powers, but has teamed up with Jingliu on her quest to ultimately kill the Aeon of Abundance, and we have no idea why. Let's look at some of the coffin mentions.
Every time he's asked about the coffin in the quest, he says some variant of the following:
Pallbearing Merchant, Swordwielding Recruit:

What's in that coffin?

Luocha: Ah, a story of ill luck. I found myself embroiled in a conflict and ended up owing a favor... Now I must assist in delivering these remains back to the Xianzhou.

Wood Sprouts Anew, Fate Tilts Askew

Luocha: Haha, miss, whatever gave you that impression? The individual in the coffin is neither friend nor relative — we met only once. By chance, I made someone a promise, and so I have to run this errand.
Luocha: Let's leave it at that, shall we? I think we've all had enough rest.

He made a promise with an unknown person to bring these remains to the Xianzhou. But who? Was it Jingliu, his partner in crime? Or was it with whoever's in the coffin?
Luocha Character Story III:

"Tool of my trade... I hope I didn't offend you," Luocha stood in a pavillion in the Exalting Sanctum, murmuring to himself, "But then again, our relationship does count as a business relationship, doesn't it?"

Luocha Character Story IV:

The coffin made no sound. It did not protest and had no right to protest. "When you keep silent, you are free."...
"Go to the Xianzhou," the one who gave him the coffin said, "Don't forget your promise." "Never."

He has a business relationship with whoever's in the coffin, pointing to a deal. Potentially promising an imprisoned Shuhu freedom?
What really gets me is his lightcone text:

Under the watch of the white irises, he knocks on the coffin. "Sometimes I feel I underestimated you by proposing this deal." He receives no response other than a thorny branch piercing through his palm. Yet he smiles, and tightly grasps the thorn.

"Indeed. This is how it is. We wanted to use each other, and both ended up underestimating the other."
Whatever's in the coffin can control vines and branches, and Shuhu took the form of a tree in Xueyi and Hanya's memories. It also points to a somewhat antagonistic relationship, despite the mysterious deal.
Look, I have no idea why Luocha, who seems to hold anti-Abundance views despite having Abundance powers and saying things like, "The dead return" and "It's natural for short-life species to seek immortality", would willingly enter into a deal with an Emanator of Abundance who by all accounts is Yaoshi's #1 fan. But...it doesn't seem out of character. Luocha is a manipulative, sketchy bastard and maybe he thought he could get the better of any deal with Shuhu. Shuhu, if he's imprisoned, would naturally want to be freed, and if he already was free, might want access to the Xianzhou for revenge.
There's also a low outside chance that the Emanator of Abundance turned against Yaoshi the way Luocha seems to have, but this seems unlikely. I'd find it more likely that Luocha is actually on the side of the Abundance and working to secretly undermine poor mara-struck Jingliu, or playing both sides, before that.
All right, let me know what you think. There's just a lot of inconsistency about Shuhu's ultimate fate, and speculating that he's actually in Luocha's coffin because of a ~secret deal~ is just my best guess.

Hi. Tbh I'm mostly venting here but if anyone had any advice or had anything similar to this please tell me :) In sep 2023 I got a blood test on my right (dominant) hand and did not have pain during it (that I recall), no sharp pains. After maybe a few hours I started to feel numb in my hand and arm and the next day it was extremely bad. It's been like this since. I have seen many doctors, four laughed at me saying it's nothing, a few tried to help but unfortunately all they could do is rule out what I had and refer me to other doctors. My symptoms consist of: numbness in hands, especially the three fingers (pinkie to middle) but recently all fingers go numb), sharp shooting pains, dull aching pains, constant pains, migraines, extreme weakness in the hands, cramping in the arm, inflammation, burning sensation and more. A lot of these have become less but I gain new different symptoms and pains which confused my hand PT specialist. I have done and MRI and it shows tendinopathy and I have been diagnosed by many doctors ulnar nerve damage but am still waiting for a nerve conduction test and emg till June... I do not know what to do at this point. I have done hand exercises, rest, everything possible and I'm still in pain. I have tried naproxen which was effective but the side effects and especially cause I'm young hit really bad. ( I also take ibuprofen like every day or two days) I could not write at all let alone pick up a pencil for the first maybe 4 months. This made me hit rock bottom as I am in my last year of school and have my final exams that is really important for me and for my college. I dropped so low in my grades as I used a computer and now I have to do it with a scribe. I'm sick of people not believing me just because they can't see any "abnormalities". I have had teachers not believe me etc. I have to write rn through the pain and have been and people start thinking I'm fine. My hand is getting progressively worse I think because I am pushing myself to write for studying and maths etc but I have to do it and then I'll stop completely. I'm in so much pain daily and the flares are unbelievable and I just want to cry so bad. I genuinely hate that some people think I'm fine even tho I put a face to not cry.

I am looking for feedback and understand I am not innocent in this.
I have only been in crisis once in my life (6 years ago) where I made many attempts and also self-harmed. Thanks to getting therapy for my PTSD I have not relapsed since then. I say this to emphasize that being in crisis is NOT normal for me.
I (27 f) have been dating my bf (32) for 2 years. I, unfortunately, got a concussion 2 months ago and recently have started having panic attacks, impulsivity + intense low mood swings. After being overworked in my job with my condition I had a mental breakdown where I stayed outside my apartment and called a hotline because I thought I was going to hurt myself. I did not feel able to keep myself safe despite not wanting to hurt myself. I have never had that before...
I was able to calm myself down but was still slightly in crisis when my bf got home so I told him the situation. He was worried but did not dwell on it. I was able to calm down in the evening but then had another scary mood swing and felt unsafe the next day. My bf mentioned that he would be leaving a bit earlier than previously planned and I asked him to please, please, please stay here because I'm struggling with a lot of mental pain and don't want to face this alone. I told him I felt like this is the one time in my life where I feel like I need someone else to support me. He said no because he has a dentist appointment and wants to spend time with his family.
For context he lives with me half of the time + stays with his family in a city near by the other half of the time.
He left and then was calling me a lot and I found myself getting more and more upset while I was still in crisis and knew this was not a good situation. I told him (and maybe this is where I messed up) that I was disappointed that he made the decision that he did and that speaking to him is making upset so I didn't want to talk to him for at least a couple of days because I am trying to get better. I said that I was hurt that he chose a dentist's appt and not wanting to drive too much over being there with me in my time of need.
I didn't talk to him for 24h but then felt guilty because I thought about the fact that he was probably really worried about my safety so it wasn't good of me to ask that we don't communicate
I sent a text apologizing for that and asking if we could talk on the phone. He said he wants to talk but needs space and is busy.
How do I interpret this?
(More context) I am in therapy + physio. During this crisis, I have made extra appts. A family member is also helping me and knows that I'm in crisis.
TLDR: I told my bf I feel unsafe due to mental anguish from a concussion and wanted him to stay with me, he left and when I got upset, he in turn would not communicate with me.

My son is a missing and presumed deceased person whose life, I believe, was ruined and likely ended due to his playing with a Ouija board as a child. While, I have never played with the ouija board, and other than my son once telling me that he thought he was possessed, I would not necessarily have associated his issues (he currently has been missing since May) were it not for the account from his sister who did play with the board with him. In all likelihood my son is no longer alive either from murder, suicide, drug overdose or exposure.
My daughter relates that while playing with ouija board with my son, he suddenly grimaced in pain, seemed to change personalities, threatened to kill her and began chasing her with a knife. She locked herself in the bathroom while he stabbed at the door. She escaped by spraying him in the face with an aerosol spray. To avoid him she moved out of her mother's house, where my son was staying (their mother and I were divorced, she has since died), although this did not stop my son's attacks on other family members.
He became homeless and ended up doing stints in Bethesda Mental Hospital, Federal Prison in Beaumont, Texas, Washington State Prison and Alameda County California County Jail. He also told my daughter that he believed he was possessed. Another daughter occasionally wired him money, primarily just to make sure he was still alive. When he failed to pick up a wire transfer in May and the two friends that had been in closest communication with him had not heard from him I filed a missing persons report with the police department at his last known location, which was San Francisco. His case # is 230434714.
The ouija board has been associated with at least hundreds of murders (including the Gary Gilmore murders and the school shooting that killed four high school students in Oxford Michigan) and attempted murders, suicides, and mental illness, including cases of mass hysteria including the very recent cases of the hospitalizations of 28 school children in Colombia and 35 in Bolivia.
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Hi, I'm currently having a difficult time making this decision. I recently found out my mother has been diagnosed with 2 different types of stage 4 cancer. This is the second time in my life she has been diagnosed with Stage 4, and the third time shes been diagnosed with cancer. The first time I was 13. She had a life times worth of radiation were told that she would only have a month to live. Thankfully, the doctors were wrong, and she went on to beat her cancer.
This time around, she has very limited options for treatment, and they won't kill the cancer, just keep it at bay so she can get a few more years out of her life. She still isn't sure if she wants to and if it doesn't work she wants to spend however long she has left traveling the world, like shes always wanted to, but never had the chance to since she had been raising me and my siblings and we were not well off growing up. The exact opposite really.
I moved a few states away last year for a job opportunity and to try and start my life. The place I grew up is a small town and everyone knows everything about each other, there's no avoiding it. Living there made me very depressed, and ultimately felt like a dead end and so I decided to move. I managed to get a career of a job and I live in a place I never would've imagined I could afford. I'm able to enjoy my time, and my space. The job is really great, I enjoy my team, my schedule, and the money isn't bad. I feel like I'm just getting established in this new place and starting to figure out who I am and who I want to be.
My lease is coming to an end soon and I am now faced with the decision of should I move back home to be with my mother or should I stay here and continue to grow my future. I am fortunate enough that this position is transferable to my home state, but the team there is much different then the team I work with now. I'm also fortunate enough that I make enough money that I could fly back and forth to visit 1-2 times a month.
Since moving here, I have been happier than I've ever been in my life, and I'm not as anxious as I used to be either. I am scared that if I move back, I'm going to get stuck in the same crappy cycle I was in before. But if I don't move back I'm going to miss something with my mom and I'll never be able to forgive myself if that happens. I'm stuck in a very difficult situation at the moment and I'm not sure what to make of it, but I need to decide asap what to do.

Throwaway account here. I'll try to keep this short -- I usually don't like to post on any platforms, but I don't know who I can tell in my life. I'll be making up some details along the way since I don't want to blast our personal information out there. Me (16F) and my bf (16M) live a long distance relationship. We live in different countries and haven't seen each other face to face because of this. We met online many years ago as friends, and around a year ago, we got together.
Cody's great, honestly. He's an awesome guy, and I'm so lucky to be with him. He's kind, caring, and very sweet overall. I just miss him a lot since life is difficult for him; he's balancing work and school, and I support him all the way, but I feel so lonely.
He's only able to message me once after 3-4ish weeks, and in between messaging periods, I sort of compile a list of drawings of our RP or questions I have for him into a large message, since I end up texting him every 3-4 days. I'm trying to work on not texting him so much, but I can't help sharing cool things that happened that day, or whatever random words I want to say. Every time, at the 2 week mark, I start to get really sad, y'know?
I'll just be very down for an entire week before getting better at the 3rd week mark, with some occasional sad moments. I feel really stupid and selfish every time I have them because I know he can't message me, that he loves me and that things are just difficult for him right now because of personal life and balancing school and work, but I can't help it. I feel so lonely and drained after so long.
I wish I was there with him so that I could at least see him every couple of days. Maybe get a quick word in. I just don't know, y'know? I'm trying to be not so clingy and I haven't told him about it since I don't want to worry him, nor do I want to add to his stress. I'm being obsessive over him and his time whenever I get like this, despite telling myself that it's just because I like talking to him a ton.
Not really asking for advice here to be honest, but want to spill this out. Thank you for reading.

Hello! This is kind of my ramblings (sorry) on a situation I'm currently in. This is kinda long. I'm still kinda reeling from this and I'm trying to take a step back and look at it objectively. Any outside insight is appreciated.
This guy and I matched on Tinder around February 20th and things started great. We had a bunch in common; hobbies, interests, personality traits, things we liked growing up, stories about work, etc. We switched to texting fairly quickly and started talking on the phone for hours at a time. He and I would look at the clock and realize that over 5 hours went by. And we would text back and forth probably at least 50 messages a day. We had our first date the first week in March, it was great and we started planning our second date. He ended up getting hurt at work and he had to cancel our second date. I told him to let me know when he was feeling better and we can try again for another date.
Things were going fine up until Easter, where communication started to decline, less texting, maybe 10 a day, and no phone calls. I brought it up and he mentioned he was "in a funk" but seeing me would make him feel better. I asked him to hang out the following Sunday, but no definitive plans were made. I asked him the Saturday before if we were still on, but he just ignored my messages and ghosted me. I ended up sending him an angry message and calling him. He didn't pick up the call, but he did text me back, basically saying, "I'm worried I'm going to hurt you in the end, more than I already have. Because that's what happens. After everything I've done. You're too good for me." And he told me during this week he started doing overtime at his normal job AND picked up a second job. He told me he wasn't losing interest in me, he loved talking on the phone with me and said that the phone calls weren't enough. He said, "the way things are going, there's not a lot of time left."
I told him we could still try to make this work and was giving him options on how. He asked if I still wanted him and I said yes. I asked him if he still wanted me and he said yes, "but I just don't know how to go about it, I feel very lost, like I'm supposed to be alone." I reassured him at this point, but I told him to please let me know if he didn't want to do this anymore and that I didn't want to force him to do this.
Toward mid/end April, the texting dwindled down to almost nothing at this point, to where I was texting him and he just wouldn't reply back for days. I'll 100% admit, looking back, I was a little overbearing with my messages. But going from the consistent communication to nothing and being ghosted threw me for a loop. I did slow down my texting to maybe once a day, being supportive, sending jokes, hoping he was doing well, etc. Eventually, he texted me back saying that he missed me and told me he worked 60+ hours that week. He asked what my schedule was for the next week and I told him. We planned a phone call for that Sunday, where he ended up ghosting me again, which extremely frustrated me. I basically gave him an ultimatum where I said along the lines of, "if I don't hear from you, I'm assuming this is over." And he didn't message me back until I gave in a few days later and messaged, "I miss you, I wish you would change your mind." He said, "I didn't change my mind about you in that sense, like, I didn't stop liking you, so don't think that. I think about you a lot."
This was on May 10th. I texted him asking if he would rather put this on pause and be friends, or just texting buddies with no expectations. I tried bringing up previous interests we talked about, sending him news about said interests and I just didn't hear from him again. I sent a final message after another week of nothing that pretty much said "I hope you're doing well. Thank you for the past couple of months, I enjoyed it. Please feel free to reach out if you want someone to talk to, even to just bullshit or vent. I would like to have you in my life at any capacity you could spare." I sent this on Monday and it's just more silence.
And then a few days later on Friday I saw he updated his tinder bio to something real fuckboy-ish, ie implying hookups. He was off of it until now, I was keeping an eye on it. I saw red for a little bit and reached back out to him, not accusing him or anything, just something friendly unrelated, to see what would happen. He eventually said, "(My name), I honestly don't know what I'm doing and I'm not in that headspace I feel, and I'm currently at job #2 so I'm sorry."
I mean, I know it's over. I'm just left so confused and it kinda hurts. I just don't understand why he wouldn't be upfront with me, tell me he lost interest or he doesn't want a relationship with me. Or why he doesn't want to be friends. I genuinely like him as a person. I know he struggles with his mental health and I know he's busy. And I'm not someone who gives up on a person, especially when things were so good. And he swore up and down he was still interested.
I realize now I probably overwhelmed him, too. I'm guessing the only thing I can do is give him space, right? I unmatched him on tinder. The only thing I can assume is that he's using tinder to fill a void, unless he lied to me about still being interested and picking up a 2nd job. But I don't know. Maybe it's denial, but I don't think he lied. I think he just avoids. Maybe he's protecting me from using me any further. Because he's going to do this same stuff to the next girl.
At least going through this made me realize I can get anxiously attached 🫠 and I can work on that now.

Some family context: I have a big family on my dad's side. There's been two waves of kids, the older wave (me, mostly a few immediate cousins, and a second cousin) and the younger one (a couple different relationships, I'm not going into it). Throughout both waves the parents of my cousins (blanket family term) really have shown they don't really give attention to or love their kids but they give them almost everything they want. Typical spoiled kids who like to bully. Their parents don't like confrontation and just pretend their kids are perfect angels. My grandma, who we live with, watches everyone's kids.
My (16f) brother (5m) has been being bullied by his cousin's and a neighbor's kid. My aunt's kid and the neighbor's kid are around 6 years old and the other cousin is about 4 (In order, I'll assign them the initials A, B, and C). C will do anything to get my brother in trouble and often hits him. My brother sometimes mimicks his behavior, which is frustrating. The other two will get along fine with him by themselves... But bully him while they or other kids are together.
Just today, A and B were excluding my brother for no reason. I know kids will exclude kids that bother them but they would be playing fine and if my brother stepped out they would move away if he tried to come back and play. All three like to play fight, A and B would be roughhousing as usual but if my brother even tapped B just to get his attention, B would complain about him hitting him. B would claim my brother was hitting him with a toy bat even though my mom was watching the whole time and B wasn't anywhere near my brother. Then B turns around and is hitting the pool water in front of my brother, inches from his face. Then A and B took a spiderman doll and said "Imagine if this was (my brother's name)" and they start beating it up. If my mom or sister said anything, A and B would start whispering to each other. They lie constantly, even if you're sitting there watching them the whole time. The amount of times ANYONE asks them to stop something and they hear "I wasn't doing anything." is exhausting.
This is all really frustrating to me, it's breaking my heart. Growing up in the first wave, me and my sister were treated the same way, in fact my cousin's often got violent. Now my brother is being treated like this and it's already affecting him. He threw a big tantrum after everyone but A went home. When we talked about it he said B was being mean to him and I could tell he was really frustrated. Makes me want to cry, I don't know what it is about me, my siblings, and my mom that make people treat us this way. We're always outcast in everything, I feel like it's because my dad's family just doesn't like my mom cause of how she was in highschool and my childhood. But I want to help my brother not turn out with the issues we have because of it.
Like I said, we live with our grandparents and babysitting is my grandmother's source of income. My dad's gonna try to talk to their parents but like I said, they don't really care. Everyone else writes it off, if we say anything to make them stop, my grandmother tells the kids we're being mean. B also doesn't listen to women because of how his mother was. Please give me any advice you can, and thank you for reading.

Trigger warning: personal, mental illness, drug abuse, and death. . .
I’ve been thinking about my old fanfics, in the fandom I was in, I was notorious for yanking on the reader’s heartstrings and killing off characters like it was game of thrones. I also had this whole arc that focused on one character’s meth addiction and their gradual decent and overdose, I dedicated entire chapters that explored a character’s mental health, I look back at those chapters and see them as some of the best parts of my writing, heck! The story I’m currently writing heavily focuses on mental illness and the healing process through therapy. But I never said why I liked focusing on those topics, mainly because I didn’t see it as important and I hated to get personal and really really really didn’t want any sympathy. I am posting this as an evaluation of art and how writing about these topics made me understand them better.
The biggest one has to be the drug addiction and how it destroyed the character’s relationships. I had an older sister who died many years ago thanks to drugs, she was way older than me and we weren’t close, but I did get to see my mom suffer from having to put up with the phone calls, the anxiety, and the general helplessness of the situation. When I started writing fanfics, I decided that I wanted to show the parts of a drug addiction no one talks about, and that is on the family. When someone talks about drugs and their effects, they mostly focus on how they affect the user and not the family of said user. Yes, it is easy to blame the parents for causing the problem, but that’s not always the case. Through my writing, I had an opportunity to explore the psychology of an addiction, and I even got a comment from a reader saying that they felt the meth induced high that my character was feeling. They said that they had to stop reading and lay on their bed because the feeling was so strong and they texted their friend saying that they got high from reading a fanfic.
I’ve always been fascinated with death, I mean I already lost both of my grandfathers and my sister. I also have elderly parents so I had this fear of death. I feel like through my writing, I was given a chance to explore those feelings and what it will be like when my loved ones do eventually pass away. I don’t think I fear death as much as I used to, I have a kind of curiosity about it.
Finally for the mental health one, I have autism and OCD. I find the human brain fascinating, I don’t know why but I love roleplaying with the psychologist on character.ai as my characters to better understand their emotions and mentality. I don’t know if my mental health has anything to do with it as a way to explore and process my own diagnosis, or if it’s just a passing special interest. I don’t know. I just find the human mind and why we do things very fascinating. I remember in high school I used to observe people and their mannerisms and eavesdrop on their conversations. I like to think that’s why I can write conversations so realistically. Years of observation and just trying to understand people. Maybe all this time my fics were a way to study human interaction and friend dynamics where I spent years of being unable to figure out how to interact with people and feelings of loneliness. And my characters and fics were just a way to live vicariously and experience what it’s like to have a good friend dynamic.
Or it could all be nothing and this is just three days of NyQuil talking

It's essential to focus on continual improvement and resilience. Many successful authors faced rejection before achieving success. J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, received numerous rejections initially. Stephen King's first novel was rejected dozens of times. Agatha Christie, Dr. Seuss, and Margaret Mitchell all encountered rejection before finding success. Remember, rejection is a part of the journey, and perseverance in honing your craft is key. Focus on refining your writing, seeking feedback, and staying persistent in your pursuit.
Here are a few strategies to help navigate the journey as a writer:

1. Persistency: Keep writing and submitting your work. Each rejection can provide valuable lessons and insights into improving your writing. Don't let setbacks deter you from continuing to create.
   
2. Feedback and Improvement: Seek feedback from peers, writing groups, or mentors. Constructive criticism can help identify areas for improvement and guide your growth as a writer.
   
3. Diversify Submissions: Consider submitting your work to various publishers, agents, or literary magazines. Sometimes, a rejection from one might not reflect the response you'll receive from another.
   
4. Stay Motivated: Surround yourself with inspiration. Read books, attend writing workshops, or engage with other creatives to stay motivated and connected within the writing community.
   
5. Self-Care: Take care of your mental and emotional well-being. Rejections can be tough, so it's crucial to practice self-compassion and maintain a healthy perspective on your writing journey.
   

Remember, many renowned authors faced rejection before achieving success. Your persistence, dedication to improvement, and belief in your craft are vital elements that can lead you toward success as a writer.
6Here are a few more tips to help maintain motivation and progress as a writer:

1. Set Realistic Goals: Establish achievable writing goals. Whether it's a daily word count, finishing a chapter, or completing a manuscript by a specific deadline, setting realistic targets can keep you focused and motivated.
   
2. Embrace Revisions: Recognize that writing is rewriting. Embrace the revision process as an opportunity to polish your work. Revisions often lead to stronger storytelling and better-crafted prose.
   
3. Connect with the Writing Community: Engage with other writers through social media, forums, or local writing groups. Networking can provide support, encouragement, and valuable insights into the publishing industry.
   
4. Learn from Rejections: Instead of viewing rejections as failures, consider them as stepping stones toward success. Analyze feedback, if available, and use it constructively to refine your writing.
   
5. Believe in Your Voice: Each writer has a unique voice. Embrace your style and perspective. Authenticity in storytelling often resonates with readers.
   

Lastly, remember that every successful author faced challenges and setbacks along their journey. It's the perseverance, commitment to improvement, and belief in their work that helped them overcome rejection and achieve success. Keep writing, stay resilient, and believe in your potential as a writer.
Here are quotes from some well-known authors who faced rejection before finding success:

1. J.K. Rowling (Author of Harry Potter series):
   

   "Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me."
   

2. Stephen King (Author of numerous bestsellers):
   

   "By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and kept on writing."
   

3. Agatha Christie (Renowned mystery novelist):
   

   "I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble."
   

4. Dr. Seuss (Author of beloved children's books):
   

   "I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope."
   

5. Margaret Mitchell (Author of "Gone with the Wind"):
   

   "Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is."
   

These authors encountered rejection and setbacks on their paths to success but persisted in their writing endeavors, ultimately achieving acclaim for their work. Their quotes reflect their resilience, determination, and belief in their craft despite facing initial rejection.
Here are a few more quotes from authors who experienced rejection before achieving success:

1. Louisa May Alcott (Author of "Little Women"):
   

   "I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."
   

2. George Orwell (Author of "1984" and "Animal Farm"):
   

   "Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."
   

3. John Grisham (Bestselling author of legal thrillers):
   

   "I faced rejection and constant criticism, but I never let up. I continued to persevere and pursued my writing passion."
   

4. Madeleine L'Engle (Author of "A Wrinkle in Time"):
   

   "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."
   

5. Ray Bradbury (Author of "Fahrenheit 451"):
   

   "You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."
   

These authors persisted through rejection, adversity, and doubts, yet remained dedicated to their writing. Their words reflect the perseverance, passion, and determination that ultimately led them to success in the literary world.
💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫🐔🐔🐔🐔 So in handling rejection as a writer and finding inspiration from authors who faced rejection before achieving success, this article has provided:

1. Strategies to stay motivated and improve as a writer, including persistence, seeking feedback, diversifying submissions, staying motivated, and practicing self-care.
2. Additional tips like setting goals, embracing revisions, connecting with the writing community, learning from rejections, and embracing your unique voice.
3. Quotes from various renowned authors such as J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, Agatha Christie, Dr. Seuss, Margaret Mitchell, Louisa May Alcott, George Orwell, John Grisham, Madeleine L'Engle, and Ray Bradbury. These quotes highlight their resilience, determination, and belief in their craft despite facing rejection, ultimately leading to their success as authors.

The overarching message is to persist in writing, seek improvement, learn from setbacks, stay connected with the writing community, and believe in your unique voice as a writer, drawing inspiration from the experiences of successful authors who overcame rejection on their paths to success.

I really liked you, I adored you so much, although you hated me when you had hardly known me, and I don't know why. I forgave you when you laughed in my face while you were high and I mentioned my dad passed away. I defended you when they talked badly about you. Only to hear you (when I walked away after you discarded me), said some horrible things about me, and you denied it when I confronted you, yet I still forgave you. When you aren't owed my forgiveness.
When your ex treated you badly, and hurt you, I listened to every word you said, and tried my best to make you feel better and appreciated, and loved. I remember everything little small thing about you that you tell me. How you like The Weeknd, how you went and saw Tame Impala, your favourite colour, your favourite animal, how your speech is affected due to your hearing. Yet you can't even remember a single thing about me and brag how you can't remember anything about the previous girls. On your birthday I was the first to wish you a happy birthday and make you feel special when you didn't bother to wish me one until I reminded you.
You kept stringing me along, and every day we spoke for months, calling me pet names, trying to convince me I was your only one, you told me I was your missing piece. Then just like that, you discarded me, for her. I get it, she's 4 years younger than me, and only 20. She has pretty blue eyes, while mine are merely just brown, she has full lips, while I have a bump on my nose. I get it, she is better.
You told me you replaced me, and treated me so badly, so coldly. Then after a month when she did to you, what you did to me, you came back to me.
I let you in, I forgave you. Despite how cruel you were. Just because I missed you. I stroked your ego, because she hurt you, making sure you were okay, when you didn't even care that you left my heart bleeding and I couldn't even eat. Then just like that, you didn't care. I was discarded again, showing me text messages of a girl that desired you, telling me you weren't ready and need to heal. Leading me on, calling me baby, bubba, beautiful... Only to say you're "seeing other girls" and just "being nice" and it means nothing.
You messaged me, being sensual in texts, trying to get in my bed, and when I said no, you ran to her, and made her your girlfriend, again. Then you rubbed it in my face when I tried to walk away, telling me you have a great life. You brag on social media how happy you are, and she brags how happy you make her.
You skin picked me like a vulture, until there was nothing left, just a skeleton with no heartbeat.
And the worst of all, isn't even the fact that you convinced me I am not good enough... I'm wasting tears, but I'll never understand how my absence means nothing to you, and never has. You miss the other girls, but I'm not even a passing thought in your head.
I can't even be mad at you, because I'm the fool who let it all happened, all because I liked you, and you told me you liked me too.
Congratulations, you won.

I'll try not to overexplain myself but tldr timeline for background (you don't have to read this): - (high school) good at teaching and always working with students so I decided I wanted to teach - (1st year in college teaching program) decided I can't be a teacher because I'm too conflict averse to handle a classroom - (all 4 years of college) did service in tutoring programs for middle school students (5th and 7th) - (mid way through college, pandemic) got diagnosed with adhd and suddenly a lot of things about my social problems, forgetfulness, excessive need for control, and anxiety make sense - (end of college) started running a K-5 summer camp and realized classroom management is a skill I can learn - (right after graduating) took a job as a 7th grade in class tutor at a title 1 school and got to see exactly teaching looks like; realized I want to teach and that I will not stop thinking about it until I try it - (by the end of tutor job) got into an alternative teaching program and got offered a job as a 6th grade math teacher in urban school - (present) got a job as a sub to increase my confidence in handling middle schoolers behavioral lu
Anyway to the actual question:
I am a control freak. I absolutely try to be ready for everything even though I know it'll never work out as I plan it, but it makes me feel more confident when dealing with things.
One of the things I'm most worried about is how to handle my ADHD in such a chaotic (as in there is a lot of keep track of and a lot of problems I will face) environment (which I know it will be).
It's not so much about organization as it is about thinking about problems I'll face daily that I can plan for. For instance, I know logging behavior is very important for more behaviorally challenging students, but remembering conversations and events is very difficult for me sometimes, so I might have to log it in in that second, even if it's in the middle of a lesson. I'm not sure how to deal with this. Stuff like making my classroom accessible to make things the easiest they can be for me and my students.
Things I am thinking of doing:

• Pencils and erasers in every table (specifically cheap erasers and the tiny pencils to discourage students from taking them) I don't want to deal with kids asking me for a pencil every second. I'd rather just provide it.
  
• Color coding everything by class period (turn in trays, absent work station for the previous week, table groups)
  
• getting a smart watch to set timers and remind me of the time because my time blindness is severe, also for any messages from any teacher group chat for school updates because I always forget to check my phone
  
• pocket sleeves where I'll put handouts and students can use markers to do scratch work in for things that aren't graded assignments
  
• I have a tablet I carry around for anything I need to write and access while I'm walking (it works great for taking attendance as a sub as well and keeping track of a seating chart)
  
• yoga ball to sit on during planning periods so I can sit on my desk during planning periods (hidden away from the kids)
  
• lots of things hung up that refer to voice level and classroom etiquette (made by students at beginning of the year) to easily refer to for students who are making trouble
  
• basic handouts for basic arithmetic skills for students who are behind and calculators to make other lessons accessible
  
• stuffed animals to have for personal comfort when overstimulated or having a bad day; also a fidget ring and lots of fidget toys for me (still weighing options about whether to provide some for the students, I'll have to make some sort of system)
  
• and many more stuff I can't remember
  

All this to say, I would really appreciate advice from neurodivergent teachers who have dealt with similar obstacles. I'm also not sure if I need to disclose my diagnosis with my admin and what kind of accommodations I could even ask for.
Also, any specific advice about social cues would be helpful as well as I struggle with that a lot and have to learn by example. My therapist believes I have autism but I am not diagnosed.

I am a 25 year old male and I did something in my teens, which destroyed my mental health to the point where I would contemplate suicide.
I am well aware and have this basic principle drilled into my skull, which is that if you have done something horrible and disgraceful, you no longer have the rights and privilege to express any kind of emotions or explain the reasons as to why something happened. In fact the only emotions you can express is regret and remorse all so that it can serve to lessen the pain of the people who have been hurt. If you were to express or explain anything that is irrelevant in service to others such as your own point of view which led you to that point, then people will throw rocks at you and look at you with disgust. In other words all you can do is either take on full responsibility in silence even if it crushes you flat and live with your head low for the rest of your life in shame never to reach any form of happy experiences or continue the destructive path reminiscent to hell itself like a wild animal screeching and wailing as you do more harm to both yourself and others, until someone is robbed of everything or receives death as punishment. At that point the abyss has shown its terrifying face to you and all you can do is look at it in silence as every piece of you crumbles bit by bit straight into the ground.
I stole a bit over £20,000 in the span of 6 years from my own mother.
It started one day when she showed off how much she has saved in cash, as she would spread the money on the kitchen table and tell me to count it all, since she was either too low on energy or couldn't be bothered.
It made me wonder why is it that she isn't keeping most of her money in the bank, and instead in a wallet that would be placed inside the drawer next to her bed or underneath her mattress. I thought to myself, how easy it would be to take little from it in a way that would not be noticed, but I was too naïve as that would only work in short term. I went ahead of myself and did it long term, which fucked me up and strained our relationship.
I used it mostly on Gacha games and some of it on Euro Millions lottery tickets. In the end I was not only bad at the gacha games, but I did not win anything substantial from the lottery tickets.
It basically went from my mother's hard earned money to my gullible mind with intrusive thoughts to someone else's bank account. In return my mother lost that money, because of me and I received temporary cheap dopamine. Even if I wanted to sell the gacha game accounts, It is pretty much impossible, since it is not a physical object and nobody will pay that much for a gacha game account that is not part of the more played gacha games. Alternatively it would've been better if it was trading cards, since those can be sold for quite a lot and you won't have to deal with scammers who pose as buyers.
I was also a NEET for 4 years, which it does not paint a good image on myself. I did at least cook, wash the dishes, do laundry, clean the floors and help with carrying groceries.
However, one day things pretty much blew up and we got in a very serious argument/confrontation. Which resulted in me being told that I will become homeless and I have to figure things out for myself. Then I decided to go back to my father who was a complete POS due to him sexually assaulting and abusing both of us, which really crushed me, as my mother has always placed me under parental alienation. I said to myself that at this point I might as well jump off a high place, since I am screwed either way.
Option 1 - Homelessness and never getting better
Option 2 - Jumping off a high place
Option 3 - Staying with my father whose existence is like Voldemort to me
I chose option 3 and lived on egg shells for half an year until I decided to lie myself out of there.
My mother proposed a deal which is to go live separately in a house next to my grandparent's house. In return I have to give a few hundred every month, maintain the cleanliness of the house, help my grandparents with anything and give free labour on weekends to my uncle. As well as save money to finish a building behind my grandparent's house.
One year later after the deal, I am here...
I was supposed to go through a Formal Autism Diagnostic Assessment in the UK through the NHS, as my GP thought it would be a good idea to get checked, but that was thrown out of the window the moment I had to go back to my home country.
I couldn't even finish my education as I was way too stupid for a bachelor's diploma. A degree is completely out of my league.
At least now I know that I am even a bigger POS than my father and no matter what I do it will never be enough. I am screwed either way and this is not even the whole picture.
I have no real life friends or online friends and don't even see the point of relationships.
I was diagnosed with ADHD and despite that nobody cares. In fact I was told by my mother to not take the prescribed Stimulants as that would ruin me.
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I have almost decided that I will run away from everything and end it in Japan. It will probably hurt people and cause a lot of heartache and headache to many people, but I don't see any feasible solid solution to my problems.

Welcome back to my weekly Dhar Mann video review series. I was bored and decided to do this week's review earlier than usual. The video I will be tackling today is Bratty TEEN RUNS AWAY From Home, What Happens Next Is Shocking. This was last year's Mother's Day special and is one that I've thought would be an interesting review for a little while now. I even posted a clip from this video the other day. Anyways, let's get the review started.
The video begins with the titular bratty teen Chloe(Logan Roe) getting her makeup ready while the doorbell rings, and she yells at her mom to get it. Mom(Katherine Norland) answers the door and a girl(Sara Kamine) is there to give Chloe a spray tan. Mom is confused and goes into Brat's room while she is dying her hair. Mom tells Brat she is too young to be dying her hair, which is kind of silly if you ask me. This girl looks old enough to be making decisions about her hair color. Mom then confronts her about the spray tan she plans on getting while she is texting a rapper named Lil Pop who she is going on a date with. Apparently, Lil Pop also flunked out of high school. I'm pretty sure Lil Pop is supposed to be a parody of Lil Pump. Now I'm starting to think I should make a video titled "Gucci Gang but every time he says Gucci Gang a cringy Dhar Mann clip is played". Mom informs Brat that she is not allowed to go out with Lil Pop and even if she was, it's Mother's Day and they have the whole day planned. Brat and Mom argue a bit more and Brat calls Mom's rules dumb. Mom says they are not dumb but important. I'm not liking where this is going because last time Dhar preached "rules are important" was the video where Regina got Jay kidnapped. Mom then complains to her husband(Chris Ready), who suggests letting her go on the date. Husband suggests to let Brat go on the date and face her own consequences. He's the only reasonable one here so far. Brat comes down saying she is leaving. Okay, now I'm starting to side with the mom a bit, your mom doesn't let you go out one time and you're running away from her right before Mother's Day? I'm as against strict parents as the next guy, but that seems VERY rash. Mom listen's to Dad's suggestion and doesn't even try to stop her from leaving.
The next scene shows Brat at her friend's house complaining about her mom. Friend(Angelina Koerner) says "you don't want to be with your mom for Mother's Day?". Brat says she is done with her mom and asks Friend if she can get a spray tan and dye her hair, wo which Friend reluctantly agrees. We then cue a shitty music montage of Brat getting a spray tan and dying her hair in preparation for her date. Brat wakes up the next morning only to realize her makeover was a disaster and she looks like what she describes as "an old lady carrot". Her and Friend go to get more hair dye. Then we cut to Brat's parent's house, where Mom is all worried about her since she didn't come home. Then we cut back to Brat trying to re-makeover herself. Then Mom is at Dharla's Diner all by herself waiting for Brat hoping she'll arrive, but she doesn't. We cut to Brat and Friend again, and Brat's hair somehow looks even worse after her re-makeover. Her hair looks like Marge Simpson's and only a small amount of spray tan came off. Lil Pop texts brat saying he wants to meet 30 minutes earlier and she is panicking. I'm a dude, so I don't really have a say in this, but this is the point where I would just back out of my date personally. We then cut home, where Mom is still worried about Brat, but dad insists that they can't stop her from going on her date. I know I said the dad was reasonable earlier, but I feel like at this point, they should at least make sure she's okay.
Now we get to the so bad it's good part of the video. Brat is going on her date and we are finally introduced to Lil Pop(Tate Doppler) and he asks her why she's dressed so poorly. Brat shows her her bad hair and spotty spray tan and says it's horrible, and Lil Pop, who speaks in a stupidly funny, hard to understand voice, agrees that it's not good. A waitress comes over with two menus and because Lil Pop is in a rush, he orders his meal. He orders a steak, and wants it so rare he says "like, blood pouring out of it when you cut it". Brat is about to order, but Lil Pop orders the chicken for her and Brat says she is a vegetarian. Lil Pop laughs and says "for real like you only eat plants and stuff". This reminds me of the football video where the bully says "maybe if you ate meat instead of that banana, you wouldn't be so scrawny". Lil Pop orders for Brat what he describes as "that one salad named after that dude". Why am I finding this character hilarious? Waitress asks if he means the Caesar Salad, and he says that's the one. Lil Pop says he is in a rush because he has plans with his mom later. Wow, even this deadbeat rapper is making time for his mom on Mother's Day(or is he?). Chloe really is a brat. At home, Mom finally caves and says she is going to Friend's house to get Brat to come home. Back with Brat and Lil Pop, they get their dinner and Lil Pop tells waitress to bring the check. We then see Lil Pop cutting his blue rare steak saying it's just how he likes it, and they shows closeups of him chewing the steak. Which is pretty gross. Lil Pop says "you got to eat your food Becca". Brat is offended and says her name's not Becca. Now she is starting to regret going on this date. Brat sees a mom and her daughter at another table eating Fettuccine Alfredo, which Brat was supposed to make for her mom, and she is starting to regret running away from her mom. Then a random girl(Alexa Cate) walks in and calls Lil Pop babe and is confused when she sees Brat with him. She informs her that her name is Becca and she is Lil Pop's date. Apparently, Lil Pop didn't have plans with his mom after all. Brat is hurt because of what she had to go through for the date. Lil Pop insults her saying she looks like an Oompa Loompa and she should go back to Wonka's factory. Brat calls Lil Pop a trashy wannabe rapper, throws her "salad named after that dude" at her, and leaves.
We then cut to Friend's house where Friend tells her mom(Maricella Ibarra) that she will do the dishes because it's Mother's Day. Brat's mom is knocking at the door looking for Brat, but Friend's Mom tells her she is on her date with Lil Pop. Friend's mom invites her inside, but she decides to go home. We then cut home where Brat has returned and has made Fettucine Alfredo for her and her mom. Brat tells her she was right about everything and she realizes rules are important. I'll give credit where credit is due, this video sent that message MUCH better than Jay's kidnapping video. Mom tells Brat she will take her to a salon tomorrow to get her Oompa Loompa makeover fixed, but Brat wants to go to school. Mom says that it's a very special case however and she will let her skip school. Dad walks by and is happy to see that Mom and Brat have made up and love each other again. And that's the end.
Conclusion
I didn't like this video when I first saw it and if you asked me even about a month ago, I would've called Lil Pop Tate's worst character. But after rewatching this, I realized Lil Pop is actually kind of hilarious(maybe not intentionally, but still). But Logan's character is bland as always, and she was acting like a real brat even if the mom was being a little strict at first. 5/10 but only because Lil Pop gives it some so bad it's good points. See you next review.
Tropes Used:
Restaurant named Dharla's, pasta dish, message of the video repeated multiple times, vegetarian stigmatized for not eating meat(not really talked about, but this is actually a fairly common trope), typecasting, shitty music montage.

Good morning Y'all,
I'm not sure if I am E or I at this point since I'm at around the 50 percent mark for it, and have flipped the past couple of times. Not sure if its possible.
28 years old, 5'7", athletic build, rusty colour hair, hazel eyes. Do you like banjos? Cuz I sound like one. Grew up in the American South, lived in a couple different countries and traveled a decent amount. I am more of a Jack of all trades, I like to have many skills. I enjoy working with my hands, learning, and fixing things. I very much enjoy languages, old world skills, outdoors, literature, and mechanics [and many others]. Basically whatever I need to know, I will learn how to do it. I am partial to nerdy things as well E.g. Video games, D&D, board games, so on and so forth.
Two of my biggest goals in life are to get a decent plot of land somewhere in the mountains to build a homestead on with my own hands, and to do what I can to help Nature heal.
Tired of modern dating? I sure am. We as humans weren’t made to know this many people, and dating is about the same. Phones are distractions from the real world, go out and interact with folks, Oh and be weird too. Unpopular opinion paragraph I guess.
I believe that morals and principles will dictate how we will do in the relationship more than how many interests we share. I believe that traditional relationships work, and allow both parties to be happy in their natural roles. Physical and mental fitness/agility are very important to me.
I want to find a woman who wants to build a strong family unit, make the world a better place, not one to play "relationship games", is feminine, and thrives in their supporting role. She is younger than me by a couple years, fit, dresses modestly, has good family values, and wants kids herself. Foreign or domestic is fine with me.
I want to spend time getting to know someone before a relationship is even on the table. So if you're trying to hop in immediately then search elsewhere. Feel free to PM/chat me. Ill check the account on the weekends for messages. Pictures are cool, if you want one from me expect to reciprocate.
Look forward to talking with ya.
-Lachlan

It always starts at 5:13 a.m. Lying in the half-light of my bedroom, I can hear heavy breathing, punctuated by deep breaths and growls that make my hair stand on end. It's there, right next to me. There’s motion. Sheets rustling, a mass rising from the bed. This time, for sure, I won't go back to sleep.
The noises continue into the next room. Familiar yet terrifying sounds, accompanied by weary sighs and muffled whispers. My nervousness increases. The wooden floor creaks and, lurking under my blankets, I pray for daybreak.
It's around 5:30 when the shower turns on. My blood immediately starts to race. I pray for it to stop, but invariably the ordeal lasts a quarter of an hour. Who are you to torture me like this? What's all this about? Why are you making these noises? I'm frozen, tetanized, I don't understand... The height of horror comes as soon as the water stops flowing. Almost immediately afterwards, I hear humming. The same eerie melody sung by a high-pitched voice. I wish I didn't have to listen, but I can't help it. I'd like to run away, but I have to stay alert. A lump forms in my throat, so much so that I have to contain my urge to vomit.
Finally, the bathroom door opens. I feel intense palpitations as my pulse continues to accelerate. Once again, the wooden slats squeak and I know it won't be much longer. It's almost over.
However, I know my respite will be short-lived, and this prospect keeps me from falling back into the arms of Morpheus. The moment the front door opens, I feel as if my body, then stretched like a rubber band stretched to the limit, is about to snap. I never lock the door at night, and I can assure you that hearing the handle turn before six o'clock gives me an intense cold sweat.
After such an experience, there's no way I can sleep, so I decide to get up. I take a few timid steps towards the bathroom, but change my mind. Hearing the creaking floorboards and the drops of water falling from the showerhead into the wet tray is beyond me. All this reminds me too much of the traumatic experience that preceded it, and which still punctuates my daily life. I'm going to put it off a little longer. Heading for the coffee machine, I'm relieved to see that it hasn't been activated this morning. Otherwise, the dread would be at its worst, but today I've been spared.
Although I've just got out of bed, I'm already exhausted. I collapse on the sofa, hot cup in hand. I sip the hot beverage slowly, careful not to make any noise. It could happen again... It will happen again: as I said, this morning's ordeal was just the first of many. I try to forget this harsh reality and allow myself a few more precious minutes of rest. This is absolutely necessary to face what lies ahead.
As I take my first step outside, I am reminded, as I am every day, that my ordeal has only just begun. There it is again, attacking me, clinging to me. It's nipping at my heels, infecting every pore of my skin. In public transport, on the street and then in my workplace, I can feel it following me and overpowering me. I don't know how I manage to put on a brave face, especially when an oblivious colleague says to me: "Say, you should see your face! What's this killer look you've got on your face?" before walking away, laughing stupidly. If he only knew...
For many, returning home is a relief. Home is often a bulwark against outside aggression. In my case, however, the nightmare continues.
At 7.06 p.m., I heard you turn the handle on the front door and come in coughing. Think of the sound of your heels clicking on the floor as torture. We discussed what we wanted to eat, then at 7.18 p.m., you rummaged in the drawer for a long time, looking for the right saucepan. Did you have to spend so much time on it? To make so much noise? Then you sat down on the sofa and started typing on your laptop, breathing so hard I could have strangled you. At 7.42pm, we sat down to dinner and you started chewing and swallowing with the delicacy of a troll breaking a two-day fast. I felt my hand tighten around the handle of my fork. How can someone as beautiful and refined as you stuff your face so noisily? At 8:12 p.m., you decided to have another shower. Why the hell do you keep torturing me? At least stop humming that stupid ditty! It's now 8.30 p.m. You've just come out of the bathroom and are changing in the bedroom. Just like this morning, I can hear the drops of water crashing to the bottom of the shower tray, making me feel like I'm about to explode.
My dear wife, I want you to know that I hate you more and more every day, from the moment you get up to go to work. Your morning alarm wakes me up and it bothers me. Not because I'm roused from sleep, but because of everything you do afterwards. All the strange, stupid things that make me hate you more and more every day. Don't take it personally, though: I hate them all. Our neighbors, friends, colleagues, not to mention all those anonymous people out there. They're so noisy they're despicable. If you knew the number of times I've felt like sawing your brakes, as you drive by with your polluting horrors. The accident would have been inevitable and the emergency services would have been helpless: I would have sabotaged their unbearable sirens, so they wouldn't have been able to arrive in time. You would then have died in excruciating agony.
You, my colleague sitting opposite me, yes, you who laughed stupidly while cutting and stapling I don't know what documents, if you only knew how much I wanted to take the scissors out of your hands. I'd have used them to slit you open and staple your guts raw. Then your unbearable sounds would have stopped and you would have died in excruciating pain.
You, the kid who was noisily chewing your Mentos at the bus stop, if you only knew how much I wished I'd had a bottle of Coke right then and there. I'd have forced the whole candy packet down your throat, then emptied a liter and a half of soda in your mouth. Just to get you over the urge to start emitting those sickening ruminations again. With any luck, your stomach would have exploded under the pressure of the gas, and you would have died in excruciating agony. It would have been such a firework display inside!
As for you, my beautiful wife, I want you to know that you unleashed one anger too many. You shouldn't have bitten your nails and the little skins around them. You know it's one of those things that saws my nerves, but you've never wanted to admit my hatred of sound and movement, minimizing the evil that never leaves me. Since you like it so much, I'll spare you the effort. This morning, I sharpened my knives. Usually, that repetitive noise is enough to fill me with hatred. Today, however, it soothed me, because as I listened to it, I thought about what I was going to do. Soon, you'll be skinned in your entirety like a farm rabbit, and then you'll die in excruciating agony. Don't imagine that I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. Life for people suffering from misophonia is hell, and there are certain noises we can't stand. And believe me, there are so many of them that revolt me that I know they'll kill me in the end. That'll be a relief, because right now, I'm living... in excruciating agony.

I had my ring fingertip amputated due to a workplace injury two months ago. I'm finding out that the whole workers' comp system is rigged against the person who gets injured. There are three people I am dealing with right now: my employer, the insurance company, and the insurance appointed case manager. All of them have an incentive to shorten my care and close my case as I am going through this life changing injury. The employer's rates go up the more I use the workers' comp insurance so they're pushing me to go back to work or quite. The insurance company is trying to pay as little as possible and wants the case closed. The case manager is incentivized by the insurance company to close cases quicker.
This brings up the lawyer who is supposed to be on my side. I personally do not have a lawyer because they tell me to wait until I dispute anything with the insurance company. However, I have the feeling no one will take my case because the payout settlement won't be enough for a lawyer's time. Having a lawyer might be a benefit during the process, but in the end, they are taking a cut out of the money the insurance company determined for your future medical expenses (final settlement).
When the whole case is said and done, they will offer you a paltry amount that, on the surface, will seem adequate to some. But if you think about the big picture, it is not worth it. For example, my ex's dad used to do construction in the 90s. He got permanent back damage, and after the doctors could do all they could, the insurance offered him around $100,000. This was during the time they would hand out opioids like candy. He lived on state disability and died from an illness caused by the opioids a few years ago. He used the $100,000 to buying a house, but once it was gone, he still couldn't find adequate work. He was living off the government, and his children's childhood was affected. $100,000 was a lot of money back then, and it might seem a lot to some now, but it does not make up for the change caused by life-changing injury. I'm seeing online that my injury paid out around $10,000 to other people. $10,000 for a permanent injury is an insult; it's less than a quarter of what I make yearly, and I'll be dealing with the issue in unforeseen ways for a lifetime.
No job is worth your mental or physical health. I believe we all need to be productive in life but the current model for work is set up to use you and spit you out when your old or useless

Im just wondering if I messed up here because people keep telling me I could have had a case had things gone differently.
I went on a LOA from Nov-Dec that was approved signed by my psychiatrist at the time because I was going through a lot at home, struggling with my mental health and overall health as I have some underlying autoimmune disorders like SLE, MS or NSLE.
My psychiatrist usually filled out my fmla and accommodations paperwork but for me to get my other accommodations & LOA for my health conditions I needed my rheumatologist to fill out the forms. I was advised by my rheumatologists office that it was $300 out of pocket for each set of forms that needed to be filled out so I was always hesitant about doing so and kept pushing it back because I didn’t have the money. Insurance wasn’t an option for this either.
I was going to go back to work after the new year started so I had “ended” my leave at the end of December. Come new years and I got really sick and started to flare again but more intensely. I had to apply for a new FMLA LOA starting on January and at this point needed my rheumatologist to fill it out but I had no income because I was on a limited income to pay for the forms from the disability insurance.
I was trying to save money for the forms or even borrow money but then I get a surprise $400 bill from the lab that I go to for bloodwork which refused to do any tests unless I paid the full amount and I couldn’t just show up to my rheumatologist appointment without doing my labs.
At this point I tried contacting my employer to explain my situation because it was considered an “unapproved LOA”. The manager I had spoken to really wasn’t empathetic and didn’t care that I was becoming disabled because of how bad my flairs got, they just wanted me back at work and told me that if I didn’t get the forms I’d be fired.
Two days later I ended up at the emergency room and was at the point where I was to fatigued, weak and disoriented to walk and was in constant agony from abdominal pain, constant bloating, lack of appetite but gaining weight. I was miserable. The ER found what was making me sick (a 14cm ovarian tumor) but they misdiagnosed me as having a “dermis cyst from birth” despite giving them documented evidence that contradicted that diagnosis. Had I been diagnosed correctly, admitted and treated I could have had my disability forms filled out by a doctor.
I knew the diagnosis was incorrect and deep down I knew I had cancer so the next day I made an appointment with any gynecologist I could for an ultrasound to confirm if it was cancer. I was able to find a doctor to take a last minute appointment and he did confirm that it had a lot of malignant qualities.
I asked him if he could help me with my LOA forms as well because I was reaching the deadline and even tho I was pretty much disabled, he refused to put me on LOA because “cancer can’t cause systemic symptoms”. I even explained to him my situation and how I thought the cancer was exasperating my underlying autoimmune disorder and he refused saying he wasn’t going to put me on leave until I had surgery which wouldn’t be for another month or two and I would be fired by then so I’d lose my coverage.
I feel like I’m const discriminated by doctors because I’m young and “seemingly healthy” and it’s frustrating that these doctors just think I’m trying to get free government money when I’m actually disabled and need this.
After that appointment I had turned in a resignation letter stating that I was resigning for health reasons. I thought it was the right thing to do as I really liked working for that company and wanted a chance to work there again in the future but maybe at a different location. I’ve told friends this story and everyone tells me I should have let them fire me because they’d be firing me for a disability and it would be discrimination. (They actually have a history of doing this to employees with disabilities apparently and I’m just now starting to find out.) I was scared of getting fired and felt cornered.
I’ve lost everything that I worked so hard for because of cancer and the autoimmune stuff going on. I got paid well, had good benefit, 401k match and worked for one of the biggest companies in the world, I was really proud to work there and loved my job up until this all happened to me. Multiple managers knew that I had multiple health conditions going on too but I’m not sure if that was documented or anything or how I could prove I was facing discrimination. There was always a lot of “silent discrimination” that I was kind of oblivious to in the past but only now starting to realize.
Should I have let them fire me? Could this be a case or did I mess up in resigning?
Right before I went on leave I was trying to get the disability accommodations established so I have emails trying to set it up but then I had to go on leave suddenly due to my niece going missing and dealing with a schizophrenia psychosis and my own mental/personal health. I feel so shit out of luck and I’m angry at the multiple systems that failed me when I really needed it most.
Any advice or comments are helpful. I don’t know where to start.

I would like help getting as many of these mods working as possible on vortex or mo2 I'm nor sure wich as I'm new to pc and modding in general
Lockpick bar
Have a beer
Desert inspired food drinks and stuff
Immersive alcoholic drinks
Farming resources
Dine and dash
True cannibal overhaul
Settlement menu manager
PreWar binoculars
Modern replacer chems and medicine
Fall evil zombie mega pack
Gibs of glory
Better living through chems
Wasteland imports
OCDecorator
Tactical distraction system
No more duplicate chems
Animated chems redone
Raider gangs extended
Hookers of the commonwealth
South of the sea
Fungal forest
Cannabis commonwealth
Mcm
UFO4P
Armorsmith extended
Full dialog interface
True storms
STS
Cheat terminal
SKE
mercenary pack
Human cooking
Better locational damage
Libe dismemberment
Ptsd mental health
Taxidermy expanded
Wanderlust
Butchermeat rack
Wasteland cannabis visuals
The weed mod
Alchohol and tobacco overhaul
Intoxicants of the commonwealth
Smokeable cigars cigarettes
Mutant menagire lfaw
Forced evolution
High fps physics fix
Long loading times fix
FGEP
Zombie Walkers
Replaceable armor plates
Right handed hunting rifle
Some assembly required
Mosin
Backpacks of the commonwealth
Hunting shotgun
Automatically lowered weapons
Survival options
Point lookout
Load accelerator
Scrap everything
Simple fallout 4 downgrader
Immersive mouth and teeth
M1 garand
Boston fps fix
Campsite
Grasslands
Better f4se console
Everyone's best friend
Northland diggers
Better booze
Hunter of the commonwealth
All Americans 2.0
Gun for hire
Harvest able cannabis
Commonwealth fishing
Fake killcam
Wildlife overhaul
Sofa surfer
Canteens of the commonwealth
Give me that bottle
Animated radaway
Immersive settlers
Bootable cars
Realistic bullets velocity and gravity
Realistic headshots
Classic radiation poisoning
BCR
CHW
Survivalist bus
Fo4 wheel menu
Def ui
Maim
Advanced needs 76
Crime and punishment
Journey
Npcs travel
The train
Damn apocalypse
Stem mk ii
ACF
ppsh 41
German mp40
M1 carbine
Model 1897
Grease gun smg
Springfield m1903
Tactical reload
Bren gun
Lee Enfield
Mauser pistol
Luger
Mg42 and mg34
Volkssturmgewher
Stg44
Fg42
Kar 98k
Holotime
Get out of my face
Better Stine statues
Earring of the commonwealth
A better world cabin
Porshet5
The expired entrance
Extended dialog interface
True grass
Diamond city radio extended
Munitions ballistics
Tracers light em up
Visable bullets
Weapons of fate
Spitfire
A cannibal in concord
The fens sheriff dept
The bleachers
Sheikh framework
SIP
another pine forest mod
Nice bush
Inside jobs
Recoil shake and low ammo sounds
Sprint reload
Bullet casing redone
Gun smoke
Running breathing
QMW
fallsouls unpaused
Locky bastard
Uneducated shooter
Fallout 2287
Lighthouse papyrus extender
Sim settlements 2 all
A forest
MCAM
Scopes framework
K9 harness
Clothing of the commonwealth
PMC
Pmc operators pack
CBBE
Pip boy flashlight
Hallcat power armor
Raider overhaul
Russian stimpack
Stimpack helps you breathe
Remington new army
Ghille mod redux
McMillan cs5
TAC
SKK FAST START
SKK FAST START LOCATION
SKK survival utilities
SKK corpse looting
Blusher saber
Sandbag fortification
Longer powerlines
CHEF
PWR
distillery
Chems and alchohol visuals
IAF
iAF ALCHOHOL
Alchohol effects
Cigarette card
Cigarette in mouth
Visual reload
Immersion wastelanders
Looks menu
Looks menu cc
Commonwealth cuts
Hunter of the commo wealth
F4SE
More feral ghouls
West tek tactical gloves
Awkcr
M1a
Munitions
Remote Explosives
Anarchists cook book 1 and 2
Weapon debris fix
Unique raider Gans and patrols
Thubajumbas raider pa
VIS
Eyes of beauty
Better settlers
Any help would be very appreciated I'm sorry for the long modlist