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Australia is a country of abundant sunshine, but the skin of most Australians is better adapted to gloomy England than the beaches of Brisbane. The country’s predominantly white population has by far the world’s highest rate of skin cancer, and for years the public-health establishment has warned residents about the dangers of ultraviolet light. A 1980s ad campaign advised Australians to “Slip, Slop, Slap”—if you had to go out in the sun, slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen, and slap on a hat. The only safe amount of sun was none at all.
Then, in 2023, a consortium of Australian public-health groups did something surprising: It issued new advice that takes careful account, for the first time, of the sun’s positive contributions. The advice itself may not seem revolutionary—experts now say that people at the lowest risk of skin cancer should spend ample time outdoors—but the idea at its core marked a radical departure from decades of public-health messaging. “Completely avoiding sun exposure is not optimal for health,” read the groups’ position statement, which extensively cites a growing body of research. Yes, UV rays cause skin cancer, but for some, too much shade can be just as harmful as too much sun.
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SCIENCE Against Sunscreen Absolutism Moderate sun exposure can be good for you. Why won’t American experts acknowledge that?
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Australia is a country of abundant sunshine, but the skin of most Australians is better adapted to gloomy England than the beaches of Brisbane. The country’s predominantly white population has by far the world’s highest rate of skin cancer, and for years the public-health establishment has warned residents about the dangers of ultraviolet light. A 1980s ad campaign advised Australians to “Slip, Slop, Slap”—if you had to go out in the sun, slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen, and slap on a hat. The only safe amount of sun was none at all.
Explore the June 2024 Issue Check out more from this issue and find your next story to read.
View More Then, in 2023, a consortium of Australian public-health groups did something surprising: It issued new advice that takes careful account, for the first time, of the sun’s positive contributions. The advice itself may not seem revolutionary—experts now say that people at the lowest risk of skin cancer should spend ample time outdoors—but the idea at its core marked a radical departure from decades of public-health messaging. “Completely avoiding sun exposure is not optimal for health,” read the groups’ position statement, which extensively cites a growing body of research. Yes, UV rays cause skin cancer, but for some, too much shade can be just as harmful as too much sun.
It’s long been known that sun exposure triggers vitamin D production in the skin, and that low levels of vitamin D are associated with increased rates of stroke, heart attack, diabetes, cancer, Alzheimer’s, depression, osteoporosis, and many other diseases. It was natural to assume that vitamin D was responsible for these outcomes. “Imagine a treatment that could build bones, strengthen the immune system and lower the risks of illnesses like diabetes, heart and kidney disease, high blood pressure and cancer,” The New York Times wrote in 2010. “Some research suggests that such a wonder treatment already exists. It’s vitamin D.” By 2020, more than one in six adults were on that wonder treatment in the form of daily supplements, which promise to deliver the sun’s benefits without its dangers.
une 2024 Issue
SCIENCE Against Sunscreen Absolutism Moderate sun exposure can be good for you. Why won’t American experts acknowledge that?
By Rowan Jacobsen Tanned skin with pale smiley face drawn on it Illustration by Gabriela Pesqueira. Source: Dimarik / Getty. MAY 10, 2024 SHARE & GIFT SAVE Listen to this article
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Australia is a country of abundant sunshine, but the skin of most Australians is better adapted to gloomy England than the beaches of Brisbane. The country’s predominantly white population has by far the world’s highest rate of skin cancer, and for years the public-health establishment has warned residents about the dangers of ultraviolet light. A 1980s ad campaign advised Australians to “Slip, Slop, Slap”—if you had to go out in the sun, slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen, and slap on a hat. The only safe amount of sun was none at all.
Explore the June 2024 Issue Check out more from this issue and find your next story to read.
View More Then, in 2023, a consortium of Australian public-health groups did something surprising: It issued new advice that takes careful account, for the first time, of the sun’s positive contributions. The advice itself may not seem revolutionary—experts now say that people at the lowest risk of skin cancer should spend ample time outdoors—but the idea at its core marked a radical departure from decades of public-health messaging. “Completely avoiding sun exposure is not optimal for health,” read the groups’ position statement, which extensively cites a growing body of research. Yes, UV rays cause skin cancer, but for some, too much shade can be just as harmful as too much sun.
It’s long been known that sun exposure triggers vitamin D production in the skin, and that low levels of vitamin D are associated with increased rates of stroke, heart attack, diabetes, cancer, Alzheimer’s, depression, osteoporosis, and many other diseases. It was natural to assume that vitamin D was responsible for these outcomes. “Imagine a treatment that could build bones, strengthen the immune system and lower the risks of illnesses like diabetes, heart and kidney disease, high blood pressure and cancer,” The New York Times wrote in 2010. “Some research suggests that such a wonder treatment already exists. It’s vitamin D.” By 2020, more than one in six adults were on that wonder treatment in the form of daily supplements, which promise to deliver the sun’s benefits without its dangers.
But sunlight in a pill has turned out to be a spectacular failure. In a large clinical trial that began in 2011, some 26,000 older adults were randomly assigned to receive either daily vitamin D pills or placebos, and were then followed for an average of five years. The study’s results were published in The New England Journal of Medicine two years ago. An accompanying editorial, with the headline “A Decisive Verdict on Vitamin D Supplementation,” noted that no benefits whatsoever had been found for any of the health conditions that the study tracked. “Vitamin D supplementation did not prevent cancer or cardiovascular disease, prevent falls, improve cognitive function, reduce atrial fibrillation, change body composition, reduce migraine frequency, improve stroke outcomes, decrease age-related macular degeneration, or reduce knee pain,” the journal said. “People should stop taking vitamin D supplements to prevent major diseases or extend life.”
Australia’s new guidance is in part a recognition of this reality. It’s also the result of our improved understanding of the disparate mechanisms through which sunlight affects health. Some of them are intuitive: Bright morning light, filtered through the eyes, helps regulate our circadian rhythms, improving energy, mood, and sleep. But the systemic effects of UV light operate through entirely different pathways that have been less well understood by the public, and even many health professionals. In recent years, that science has received more attention, strengthening conviction in sunlight’s possibly irreplaceable benefits. In 2019, an international collection of researchers issued a call to arms with the headline “Insufficient Sun Exposure Has Become a Real Public Health Problem.”
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2024/06/sun-exposure-health-benefits/678205/

The first year of UF was not bad but after the first year it was stressful and very time consuming. I don’t have a lot of money so i would work and go to school which had a impact on my mental health. I would be stress, anxious and then lead to depression. What put the cherry on top was when i found out i was dismiss from my college but put on academic probation. The only way to stay at UF is to find a new major that would accept me or reapply once i meet the criteria. I am really stuck and i do not know what to do. i want to apply for medical withdraw for the semester i did bad but im not sure if the college would still accept. i do not know what to do and i get really bad anxiety every day thinking about it.

The protests for Palestine across the US on college campuses got me thinking: what happens in the summer? It's only a few months away, and many people's opinions I've seen think that when schools let out in june and the majority of college students simply go back home, they'll simply stop protesting, and the momentum will somewhat die off in the US.
What I'm wondering about though, is what happens when and if an overwhelming majority of those students (and high school students applying as freshmen) just don't return? The spots might be filled, but in a time where tuition rates are higher than ever, what if people just stopped going to college, either as a form of protest, or due to something else entirely? Would the minimum wage increase? Decrease? Would tuition drop? Would colleges start accepting people with much lower gpas?
I feel like it might seem like a stupid question at first, but I see a real possibility, however slim, of this happening

I’m 23 and currently on my final year of college, life hasn’t been going very well for me mentally after losing my family feel like I’ve been unable to communicate properly with others, been smoking a lot more lately and its hard to stop,I just don’t see my life going well right now. I currently major in health promotion and wellness with a gpa of 2.5 ( it’s not great but fixable) I picked this major trying to please everyone in my life not really thinking it through and thinking of what I wanna do with my life. I see all my friends graduating recently and felt disappointed with myself. I feel like I’ve fucked up so much since I’ve started college and I don’t see a way to success. I’m trying to find a career where I’m at least financially stable, was thinking about switching majors but i ‘m tired of school shit is depression. I’ve been on the hunt for any type of careers that make 100k but everything involves medical school or stem, and I don’t have the grades for either. ANY advice would help.

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.

I have a low paying QA job for 2 years now (58k). I went to a crappy liberal art school with an under developed CS program in my hometown in New Hampshire and graduated in 2018. My hometown had no tech jobs expect for one company which I didn't get a SWE job there. That combined with other factors (partly covid), I didn't get my current job until 2022 and started at 54k. I relocated for my job and its been a good job for my growth, but I long for more money and been sending applications.
With all that said, I am considering sticking with QA as front end dev is oversaturated and I'd think I'd have more job security and/or work life balance long term doing QA. I can still make 6 figuires doing this job, I can still code doing automation, and with years of QA experience, I could potentially transfer to a high paying role such as dev ops which pays more than a front end Engineer anyway
QA may not be a SWE, but it's better than cutting my throat. I'm already doing 90% of what I wanted to do as I've been doing automation the past year. And I have a knack for it. I just need to get into a job that was more upward mobility and better pay as 58k just isn't cutting it when I'm trying to build for my future.

I’m a 18m 5’10 130lbs and I’ve been stuck like this for the past 4 years. When I was 14 (4 years ago I weighted about 120) so it took me 4 years to gain 10 lbs. I have been consistently getting 2500-3000 calories a day. (Calculator says I need 2800) This is though drinking my calories. I have tried meal prepping like high calorie pasta or chicken and rice which is a popular dish but I get full after about 5 big bites. I also have no time to portion them out throughout the day so I’m stuck with 3 meals a day which makes me cram in everything for my last meal which makes me sick. I’ve been drinking my calories for this entire week and these mass gainer shakes have been making me just not want to eat whatsoever like the feeling of consuming so much food and drinks is like making me not even hungry.
I also can’t consistently cook cause it’s a sign of disrespect in my culture to make my own dishes when someone else already cooked. I can only do it when I know I’m home alone the entire day. I’m just resorting to fast food for calories but it’s just too much food.
What are my options? I can keep drinking my calories like I’ve been dying but I have been waking up with a ton of acid reflux.

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.

You bloody freeking cambridge , duck head, wtf was that paper, you ll made AS, challenging with rough marking, and this shit was damn hard as well compared to all other years, may the dick of examiner who made the paper blast, Mf, in which paper, inventory valuation were given previously, either didn't stress much on syllabus, if the boundary were high , trust me, well discourage our junior to not join this shit and boycott cambridge, you filthy money eating dg,

Are we even surprised that every year the Law Society fails to prepare for high traffic on their site????? Ridiculous can’t even load the bloody page after 2 months waiting

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol and I’m getting tinnitus as I’m writing this.

for context, i’m 18 and in my final and most important year of high school. For the past few months, for no particular reason i’ve felt very depressed and filled with negative thoughts that it severely impacts my ability to be a functional human. I attend none of my classes and come to school so late that my school wants to expel me unless i get it together (and expelling me would basically ruin my life). i’ve tried REALLY hard to get things together but i always end up back where i started; laying in bed 20 hours a day and not eating or drinking anything. it feels awful. what makes it worse is my parents constantly berate me for being late and doing nothing all day, giving me essentially no space, so just for them i force myself put in the extra energy, but it takes a toll on me the next day where i feel even more negative. Now it’s gotten to the point i don’t even want to reply to my friends (not that i have many) messages and leave them on delivered for days because i feel like they’d hate this negative, low energy version of me and they deserve someone better. ADDITIONALLY i get angry at my parents and friends because of this and it makes me feel, guess what? more guilty. i know im completely in the wrong here and can’t pass the blame onto anyone else, and the immense guilt i get for being depressed has led me to SH every single day and now i have to hide both my arms and i just feel awful about everything. I’ve attempted to off myself twice in the past month and both times i failed (obviously) but i bought some pills recently that i can overdose on. Is there any way to feel better? does it ever get better?

Hi, Just A femboy looking for a serious ltr , so I’ll get to the point 🤗. I’m not here for the games , or ghosting . I’m here for something long term. Dating apps don’t work for me sadly.
Located: Texas . Willing to move to another state or have my future partner live with me .
Appearance :
A thick black femboy who loves dressing up sometimes . Height : 5’3. I wear glasses to read manga . My style is mostly goth/casual clothes from mostly anime shirts and chokers.
💙My hobbies:

• Anime : Some of my favorites animes are Tokyo ghoul , Sword Art Online , Yuri on ice , Future Diary, JJK, MHA, Yaoi(Love stage , Sasaki and Miyano)
• Manga : I’ve completed so many mangas from yaoi , Ouran high school host club , berserk , ect .
• Cosplay : I’ve done Pokémon & a Tokyo Ghoul cosplay before .
• Anime cons: I’ve been to at least 11 anime/Comic cons.
• Dueling (Yu-Gi-Oh!)
• Pokémon
• Yaoi
• Pc gaming
• Overwatch. I love this game have over 500 hrs .
• Marvel/DC
• Tv drama : The Vampire Diaries , Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The 100.
• Horror- big fan of tv shows , movies like AHS
• Consoles I have are : Ps5, Nintendo switch , psp, ps vita, Nintendo 3ds , wii, gameboy , ect .

🩷What im looking for in a Relationship🩷

• [ ] Monogamous
• [ ] Single
• [ ] Loyalty
• [ ] Communication
• [ ] No kids
• [ ] Open-minded
• [ ] Common interest : Nerdy (Anime, Games, Star Wars or anything nerdy)
• [ ] Sure on what you want
• [ ] Mature
• [ ] 21+ in age

▶️MY TYPE:
TALL (taller than my own height) , very communicative, masculine(mostly beards and body hair) gamers/anime nerds. These are just preferences not a deal breaker .
✅Ps: for compatibility reasons I’m a 100% bottom.
If you made it this far, please message me an introduction about yourself. This is extremely important as it tells me alot about you and for me to give you a well detailed response. Mostly a name to call you , hobbies, location (state wise) and what you’re looking for . You may send pics in the first message if you may like 😊

Hello,
So I was certified as a School Counselor in May of 2022, and my first job was a bust. But now I'm in a public school (finally) for this year, but I was hired for a specific state grant funded program that assists students in obtaining college credits for free during High School. Problem is, it's been "part-time" since the beginning, and they added on an extra title that I never wanted and don't enjoy (although I've been doing what I gotta do). So I was fighting to make the position full-time. Yesterday my supervisor tells me that she is going to make it full-time for the program next year, but I'll have to teach 3 out of the 4 seminar classes. Seminar class is a way for students to gain skills and knowledge towards being college-going. There's a "90 hours of extended learning" requirement for each grade for each year. That's how our district has met that requirement in the past.
So I started reaching out to other districts/schools with the same grant for insight, asking if the person who runs their program is full-time or part-time and if they're paid from the grant or what. Also how they meet the 90 hour requirement and who does that teaching.
My teacher friend from a different district said she thinks I'll have to suck it up for a year and teach the seminars because she's worried if I find a way to not need seminar, then they will use that as justification to not make me full-time.
I've also debated looking elsewhere for jobs because I'm not a teacher....and if I wanted to teach I would've gone to school for that? Also I have a 45+ min commute each way.
I'd appreciate advice/perspectives on this situation please. Thanks for reading!

I have been dating my boyfriend for about 2 years. Recently, he started to stay at mine all the time unannounced, which I didn't mind at that time since I live alone. Initially, he was staying at mine for online interviews for his grad role, since my place has far superior WIFI environment and I was helping him practice for the interview. However, issues raised when I started to notice small things. He doesn't take scraps out after he opened something, and I have to pick up after him. I do cooking, cleaning, taking trash out, fixing stuff around the house, buying groceries and supplies etc.... When I point things out like that, he seems genuinely sorry and sometimes he does things I ask him to. But most of the time, he would say "Oh I was gonna do it but I didn't have time/I forgot.". I study full-time in very challenging degree and I have lots of commitment for my schooling. Doing chores for 2 people is sometimes very tiring. Sometimes I get upset that he didn't do the dishes like I asked him to late at night, and he would say "oh I will do it tomorrow", which I end up doing it because he "forgets" that I asked him. I understand that a lot of people feel disconnected with the responsibilities with their partner's housekeeping, because it's technically not your property to take care, but I wanna communicate to him that he lives here as much as I do and he is responsible for things he uses as well. Any advice on how I can communicate that?

a list of things my mother has done. mostly a vent and tramadump

• thought i was faking being sick (tested positive for the flu that week)
• thought i was faking being transgender (have been on testosterone for five years with zero thoughts of detransing)
• told me my suicide attempt was "for attention" (my father died that year and i was being assaulted at school)
• told my boyfriend that i faked migraines (i never said they were migraines at all...)
• says her children are "too perfect" to have mental illnesses (see suicide attempt above, her first child is a heroin addict with PTSD and her other two children have extreme anxiety disorders)
• tells me i'm "too smart" to have autism (when the traits are easily identifiable and present. not to mention that plenty of autistic men and women are intelligent and having autism ≠ not smart)

whenever i began to cry as a child, she screamed. when i tried to argue in defense of myself, she put her hands on me. if i ever felt sick, tired, or upset, she would roll her eyes and "oh, whatever" me. i don't have meth to keep me working like a steamroller all day! i'm just a teenager.
all of her children have been beaten or sexually assaulted by men that she chose to date. she is a raging meth user and a POS, so i know i shouldn't take her insults to heart, but i feel so fucked up from the things my parents have done to me that i don't believe i will ever recover.
no relationship i have in my lifetime will ever feel whole or stable because of her. i'll never be able to hold down a job. i have no one to teach me to drive, or any other adult things. in fact, SHE made me do her taxes FOR her, then screamed and cried about the possibility of owing the government. my trauma response has been "fight" for so long, and when it stopped working, it became freeze.
i am always walking on eggshells. without a steady job or license, it feels like i will never move out, never escape her. i think sometimes that i should have died in 2018 when i attempted.
if i do dishes nine times a week, but the sink is full for two minutes, i'm lazy. if i sleep in an extra three hours, i'm basically worthless. if i haven't taken out the trash, the world is crashing and burning and she is on the verge of death and crying. if something goes wrong with the self-checkout at walmart, she is throwing groceries and jerking her head around like a fucking lunatic while screaming about every little thing that bothers her. it really makes me want to rip my nails off. she likely acts this way from the meth abuse, but my sisters recall her being overdramatic as early as the 1990s.
illness or weakness of ANY kind disgusts her. it's like she's projecting her hatred of herself onto me. when i was skinny and she was overweight, she rarely spoke about it. i suspect she was envious. now that she never eats and can fit into child's size clothing, my weight has ballooned from anti-anxiety medicines and repeated work injuries. she loves to point out that my clothes no longer fit, or that my face is getting puffier. it upset me-- i tried to brush it off as her being old-- but then i imagined a friend saying it to me, and it put everything into perspective.
i do feel like an idiot for ever expressing myself towards her, for crying on her bed and begging for comfort when i was truly anxious and devastated, or for asking her opinion on literally anything. comfort is never given, and her opinions waver on what will most benefit her in the moment, not what will help ME.
one last thing; she was nearly kicked out of the behavioral center i was admitted to for screaming in my face during visitation. feels like a little cherry on top.
i'm not sure what type of narcissism this is, if any. drop your thoughts below if you want, and times your parents have been in denial of things that happen to you.

Hi! Shame I can't put a picture on this sub because I have no idea what the part is even called, but I need repair advice. I've got an Apollo Phaze bike from Halfords that I've had a few years and between the frame and the derailleur is a metal plate where the two attach. I was riding yesterday and that sheared off. Which also caught in the spokes and mangled the derailleur.
So I definitely need a new one of those, but I don't even know what to search for the metal plate! Is it repairable, or should I just scrap the bike and get something else? I know they're not expensive or high end bikes, and it's done a lot of miles but I'd rather repair if I can. Thanks!

I'm a US citizen living abroad with my partner. Weve been together 3-4 years and plan to get married.
She's been applying to graduate schools in the US and has been accepted but hasn't chosen a school and thus hasn't started the student visa process.
The main reasons I'd like to get married is so that we can start the other processes for her to be able to get a part time job in the US while she studies and to make it easier for her to get a job once she's finished.
A few questions I'm hoping someone here can help with. I recognize some might be outside the scope is this sub.

• If we got married now in this country, how would that affect her student visa application?
• if we got married in the USA, how would that affect her student visa?
• If we are married, does that qualify her for federal student loans (yes, I'm sure this one's outside the scope of this sub).

Also, not sure why this sub won't let me post without a link.
Thanks all!

Where should I sign up for the course or the exam? My school doesn’t offer any APs at all, nor do they have any system close to that. Also, I’m on a gap year anyway.

A true sports parent dies twice. There’s the death that awaits us all at the end of a long or short life, the result of illness, misadventure, fire, falling object, hydroplaning car, or derailing train. But there is also the death that comes in the midst of life, the purgatorial purposelessness that follows the final season on the sidelines or in the bleachers, when your sports kid hangs up their skates, cleats, or spikes after that last game.
The passage of time is woeful, and, for a parent, living your dreams through the progress of your progeny is as inevitable as the turning of the Earth. But the sports parent lives the experience in concentrate—a more intense version of the common predicament. You must give up your vicarious hope of big-league glory and let it die. You must part from what, if your kid pursued his passion seriously, had become a routine of away games and early-morning practices, hours in the car, a hot cup of coffee in your cold hand as the sun rose above the Wonderland of Ice, in Bridgeport, Connecticut; the Ice Arena in Brewster, New York; the Ice Vault, in Wayne, New Jersey—home of the Hitmen, whose logo is a pin-striped gangster with a hockey stick. And you’ll suddenly find yourself watching the Stanley Cup playoffs not in the way of a civilian but with the chagrin of knowing that the game’s upper ranks will never include your kid.
One recent morning, courtesy of Facebook Memories, I came across an old picture of my son, a high-school junior who recently announced his decision to quit hockey—to retire! The photo was taken by teammates after a victory at Lake Placid, New York. Sweat-soaked, draped in the arms of friends, grinning like a thief, he looked no less ecstatic than Mike Eruzione after he and his team won Olympic gold in the same arena in 1980.
And me? I was this Eruzione’s old man, waiting with the other parents outside the locker room, experiencing a moment of satisfaction greater than any other I’d known, either as a player or as a fan. I was a car in park with the accelerator pressed to the floor. I was a wall bathed in sunlight. This win was better than the Illinois State Championship I won with the Deerfield Falcons, in 1977. It was better than the Bears’ 1986 Super Bowl victory.
Bears’ 1986 Super Bowl victory.
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The end began like this: One evening, after the last game of the high-school season, I asked my son if he’d be trying out for spring league. For a youth-hockey kid, playing spring league is the equivalent of a minor-league pitcher playing winter ball in Mexico—so necessary as a statement of intent and means of improvement that forgoing it is like giving up “the path.” Rather than a simple affirmative nod, as I’d expected, I got these words: “I’m going to think about it.” Think about it? For me, this was the same as a girlfriend saying, “We need to talk.”
Only later did I realize that those words were the first move in a careful choreography. My son wanted to quit, but in a way that would not break my heart. He also didn’t want me to rant and rave and try to talk him out of it.
We had reversed roles. He was the adult. I was the child.
He knew he would not be playing college hockey even if he could. With this in mind, he had decided to use his final year of high school to get to know people other than hockey players and spend time in places other than hockey rinks. In the way of a pro with iffy knees nearing the age of 35, he had decided to exit on his own terms. He was not worrying about losing his identity as a player or about missing the camaraderie of the locker room; he was worrying about me. Hockey had been an entire epoch of our father-son life. It had ushered me, the sports parent, out of my 30s, through my 40s, and into my 50s.
.... Because I am human, I tend to blame entities or systems or other people for things that strike me as unfair. As my son progressed, I caught a glimpse, for one fabulous, deluded moment, of the life that he (we, I) would never live: high-school athletic stardom followed by college triumph and possibly even a professional-hockey career. That I knew this was a fantasy—he was never that good—did not make it less powerful. Lost in it, I experienced my life as an NHL fan with new intensity. I was not just watching the Blackhawks; I was scouting, picking up tricks that I could pass to my glory-bound boy. This was a dream that I was too embarrassed to share with anyone, even my wife. I regarded it the way members of the Free French regarded the liberation of Paris: Think of it always; speak of it never. In short, I lost my way. Rather than letting him enjoy the moment and the fact that these seasons were his career, not a preparation or a path toward one, I was constantly scheming about his next move, his next opportunity, his next shot at the big time.
Here’s the worst part: I knew exactly what I was doing. I was attempting to replace my kid’s will with my own. I knew that it was wrong and, worse, counterproductive. The more I pressed, the less he enjoyed the game. The less he enjoyed the game, the worse he played. The worse he played, the more I pressed. Economists call this a negative feedback loop. I knew it but could not stop. It was psychosis.
Maybe the most notorious sports parents suffer from a shared psychological condition. LaVar Ball, Emmanuel Agassi, Earl Woods—those sports dads were all obsessed to the point of being abusive. I prefer to think that I am not; yet, for all the varying degrees of our kid’s success, our predicament is the same. At some point, even if it comes after 20 years in the pros, the set will be rolled away, revealing our true location. Rink parking lot. Beat-up vehicle. Alone. Even the child prodigies will retire.
https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2024/05/ice-hockey-sports-parent/678347/