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2024.05.14 09:15 ExistenceInASense 8912

8912, a crystalline soul born a new.
it's the one thing souls are bound to do.
life is change, i see it true.
i become cosmically aligned as my bounds unwind.
i view it through time, i sit under a tree and feel it cry.
the leaves falling unto me asking a humbling "why"?
i smile softly and tell them it was there time to fly.
what was me pours out my ears, all my life, all the years.
when it's said and done i'm filled with tears.
not a sad disdain but a beauty most plain.
cries of love through pain.
i kiss the tree and close my eyes, open them in a new plane with new a try.
a new room with a new cat, a life so insane.
a perception that hate is inane.
might still be cassie, but one not the same.

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2024.05.14 09:09 Prestigious_Duck_332 No access to front door

No access to the front door. I had this entire house clean at one point. I was secretly selling stuff on ebay putting it in boxes and throwing out trash behind their backs. Once it got fully clean they noticed and were angered. It caused them to mass hoard in which I replied with throwing all their new junk stuff like clothes that didn't fit them they bought in. Mass at garage sales in the trash. Which caused them to threaten to kill me. Fast forward 2 years of a fully clean house to threats to my life im at the point where I can't walk without banging into something. There is trash avalanches. There is moths feces and urine everywhere. The house is worth 700k. My parents didn't earn their way to this house they were boomers who had everything handed to them like all the boomer generation did. They have never given me a penny all my life. I live in destitute and squaller and I feel deep down in my heart this is a concentration camp and gulag. I feel like I have some kind of concentration camp or some kind of war like ptsd.
There is yelling and screaming from 9 am -1am the only time of peace is at night. The dogs bark all day and shit and piss all over the house. My parents scream to the point where I have busted my eardrums many times and they got infected to where I needed anti biotics. I learned to stay away from them while the dogs or barking or they are screaming because my ears explode. The food in the fridge has a mold odor to it. The two car garage is filled to the top with trash and isn't accessible. The living room isn't accessible. My room is the only clean room in the house and because of that my parents are verbally abusing me to put stuff in it because there is no space to hoard stuff anywhere else.
Health effects from the abuse
Ptsd Anemia Scurvy Asthma Trouble breathing when they turn the heat on Spikes of pain to my head like headaches Feeling like I'm about to have a stroke
High blood pressure 160/109 is my last reading
Unable to sleep properly. When I sleep i don't even wake up like I slept and that I got a good night's sleep. I wake up exhausted and have very poor sleep. There is always random screaming at night sometimes to.
The only time I was actually able to sleep was when they went on vacation for a week. There was no yelling screaming or terrorist attacks inflicted on me. Which caused me to actually feel like what it was to wake up refreshed. That was the only time I went to sleep and woke up like I actually slept normal when they were away on vacation.
Can't have a sleep schedule
I have developed some sort of MRSA infection on my foot. I went to the doctor thinking they would say I needed to have it chopped off. They said it was just "exzema" which i actually doubt because i never seen anything like that on my foot before. But the medicine cleared it up slightly.
Cop abuse = cops have shown up 100+ times to fist bump my parents and say good job on the abuse and leave once some neighbor or a delivery driver calls the police. Dealing with them is abuse in itself. Their plastic badges power trips its just a waste of fucking time they disgust me.
I am now 30 and could never escape the hoard or abuse. My parents would never allow it. Even though they were handed everything in life like a boomer pension and got a 30 dollar an hour job and pension and all the money they collect I am now 30 and they haven't given me a single penny all my life. Not a dime. Thats republican love for you right there bring kids into the world cover them in dog feces then abuse them and watch fox news all day. They raised me to be homeless when they die.
I live in misery and I'm constantly tired all day and night. I have 1000$ to my name and never had a job or drivers license. I will never escape this abuse and life my parents and family never wanted me to be independent. The only thing that could save me is some kind of hard ship grant I hear some people get but I would never get that.
This is what happens when you don't escape the hoard early. When the judge who presided over your case gave you back to your parents. Cps approved, judge approved, cop approved abuse.
Life of misery.
The pictures with the dog was when I was working on cleaning the house. Before they said they were going to harm me if I didn't allow them to hoard. Now you can see the after picture you can't even see that black couch anymore and where the dog was laying its now trash piles up to the ceiling. I am tired all day like I have some kind of undiagnosed health problem now the fatigue is severe.
My room is the only clean room in the house. So if I die soon of an undiagnosed health problem they can hoard this room to. I have gone to the doctor. All they have diagnosed me with was low iron and high blood pressure 160/120 130BPM. I honestly think these doctors don't want to diagnose someone with something that could give them social security. It probably goes against their handbook or something.
I also cannot leave the house. You need a car to leave the house. Its a sub division and gated community. There isn't even a store i can walk to because the sub division just leads to a highway with no sidewalks.

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2024.05.14 09:08 Important_Newt_7861 I’m so paranoid about OBs and can never tell if I have one or not..(hsv2, diagnosed December last year.. on my birthday 💔). Plus a bit of backstory/rant.

I can never tell if/when i’m having outbreaks and it’s so incredibly taxing on my mind. My first outbreak was a living hell, and I couldn’t see anything that resembled hsv (everything was just swollen and red.. hurt to touch and look around). I went to urgent care 3 separate times, thinking I had a bad UTI. They tested me 3 times for everything for it all to come back negative. Finally, on the third time, after insinuating I was basically out of my mind.. the doctor decided to do a physical exam. She went to put the crank of dread in, just stopped and said “ahh.. I see what’s going on here”. A few days later, hsv2 positive.
I’ve had very few sexual encounters, and have only been with committed, monogomous partners. My current partner MUST have given it to me, we’ve been together nearly 4 years, and he’s quite a bit older than I am.. he has a bit of sexual history. That being said, after my diagnosis.. he’s still yet to be tested. I don’t know if he feels bad, doesn’t want to know the truth, or what, but he is very touchy if i bring it up. This is unsettling.
Really, my main gripe here is.. I can never tell if I have an outbreak. I think I get them often, anally (though i’ve never even had anal sex 😭), because occasionally it becomes very painful to use the restroom, there’s bleeding, but when i look I can’t see anything that looks like the pictures i see online. I have no reference to what i’m actually supposed to see. I don’t know the effects of just taking valtrex if i don’t actually have an outbreak, or not taking it if i do.. it’s so mentally taxing.
Any advice or insight? Do i just take it?

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2024.05.14 09:07 Jinx_bella_rika Sleep paralysis or possession?!

For mods: Ive seen a therapist and gone to drs and even talked to pastors about these demon Accounters. Drs dont find ntn wrong, therapist said i have PTSD but ntn abt the demons basically saying i have ptsd but it dosent tie to the demon accounters, pastors say i have gifts (I saw the post abt mental health)
Back ground:
I (18F) have a LONG history of being able to see demons and as a child even befriending these demons my family is very religious but have alot of generational traumas, abuse and curses my family only 3 generations back starting to go to God but alot of my secondary family are in like cards and stuff even some saintinists (however u spell it) so I have alot of gifts alot of spiritual power from my family being into alot of voodoo cards but ny family grew up in church as Christians so even then I believe God gave me the ability to see things also as I've been told by pastors God told them I was destined to be something big ig like being able to see the supernatural. But growing up it was tough at 4yrs old a demon tried to choke me and even r@pe me that said demon was my friend before he tried that I would talk to myself and even serve myself 2 bowls/plates of food for me and him we moved houses soon after but we quickly found out it wasn't the house when I was attacked again at 11 in my dream a demon girl crawled on top of me about to claw me when I woke up I felt her presence and looked to see where I felt her and I saw her then you'll see later I had sleep paralysis also where a demon tried dragging me to hell I've even woken up to a demon yelling in my ear "he's here" or "he's coming" or in the middle of class (in the middle of tests so complete silence) or in restrooms I'll hear demons saying my name and people think I'm crazy when I respond with yea? Or what? Or hello? Cuz I genuinely think it's someone around me when it's not...I've never seen angels only demons...with this I can tell when someone is evil or has other intentions or when there fake yk...
1st sleep paralysis:
I've have had sleep paralysis before I was in the 6th grade (11-12) and in my dream there was an earthquake I almost got him by a train and car there were twin girls holding a blanket and they wanted to hurt me and I was flung into the air by the earthquake and it was so chaotic and my friend told me to land on my side to take out most of the pain so I don't die from the fall and I landed on my side and as soon as I hit the floor I blacked out and woke up irl I woke up and I was Hallucinating the earthquake and I saw a demons hand come up from the ground and grab my ankle and tried dragging me to hell I tried screaming and I couldn't I tried moving I couldn't I was so acred and I finally shot up screaming and my leg was out stretched I found out it was sleep paralysis and as u can gusse I fell asleep on my back
The actual situation that just occurred:
but this time it didn't feel that way...I slept on my stomach/side (more stomach) and I had no prior dreams I woke up and my body felt weak drained of energy I couldn't move my body felt weird tingly almost I tried to open my eyes and I did ever so slowly and when I did I saw a black figure (demon) in front of me I immediately was terrified but I was so drained my eyes kept trying close and he was walking towards me as I falling back asleep and I tried to keep my eyes open everything I lost sight of him fear gone saw him fear was back ever so strong he claimed on top of me his body going threw mine and like layed in the same position as me like fusing with me kinda as soon as he did everything I felt before was 10x worse I felt MORE drained more fear more anxiety everything I was forced to close my eyes and all I could think was Jesus Jesus jesus!!! Jesus please help me! What's going on?! And I felt the presence leave my body I tried to open my eyes again my body still drained and I saw him he was standing there in front of me still and I didn't have the energy to stay awake no more I passed out didn't wake up till 5:30pm...
Question:
Is it possession or another sleep paralysis?!

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2024.05.14 09:05 Every_Bumblebee6043 Husband was sexually abused as a child

Hi,
Many years ago before my now husband and I were married, he told me a deep and dark secret while crying if I remember it correctly. The secret was that his aunts husband (moms sister) touched him inappropriately and sexually when he was just a child, probably 4-5 years old. It happened more than once I believe. He made me promise that no one on earth can ever know and that he trusts me with this secret.
When he told me, I was shocked but kept my cool somehow. Now 7 years later, I haven’t recently been unable to let this go. When I see my husband, I feel heartbroken for him. I feel so enraged and angry at the disgusting adult person that did this to a little child, barely made it out toddler phase.
I’m not sure why a few years ago it didn’t even cross my mind, but recently it’s all I think about. How my now husband was wronged and abused and broken as a child. I guess because it’s affected our sexual life in a way, at least that’s what I think. He’s not very sexual and never has been. When I want intimacy, he will do his part but he hardly ever initiates it and I can’t help but think it’s because he was sexually abused as a child. It breaks my heart and I cry thinking of it. I’m crying as I write this actually.
It’s not intimacy that I’m looking for, but almost like revenge for him. He’s such a good man and I’m gutted that someone in his family did this and that person isn’t held accountable because no one knows!!! Is he or has he done it to other kids? His kids? It’s just horrifying think about it.
I wish my husband let me tell it to his family so his mom can give her a piece of her mind to her sisters husband. I know they’d be so hurt by it, but I also don’t want to disappoint my husband and expose his secret.
I’ve asked him if he feels comfortable to tell his mom at least since she has communication with her sister and the husband, but he says absolutely not. He doesn’t even think it’s important to address and that it’s the past.
I know for a fact he doesn’t feel comfortable because he wants to hide from the pain and force himself to move on. But deep down, it has affected him subconsciously and he doesn’t even realize it (or does he but is afraid to admit it?)…
Help me please. My chest hurts for him. My soul hurts for him. No child ever deserves this and he deserves his justice. He deserves to at least get his family to cut ties with this disgusting monster that did this to him.

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2024.05.14 09:03 Lex-the-pompom Am I the asshole for refusing an apology after a girl try to sit my hair on fire

When I was in my last year of high school, I rode the bus and I had like this feeling on the back of my head that was hot so I put my hand back there and I pulled out of hair and it was burnt. I was so freaked out because I had no idea what was happening. I got to my bus stop and I told the bus driver hey my hair has been burned and showed him the hair I got off went home and called my mom who at the time was a bus driver so she talked to the people that do the videos and stuff on the bus. they looked through it. The girl put a lot behind me put a lighter to my head five or six times . the next day at school I still had no idea what happened and they took me back to the principal office. I thought they were going. We were gonna talk about it with the principal, the vice, principal counselor and like they had her do apology and it look like she had crocodile ears and was like rubbing her eyes and, I accept the apology but they’re gonna have the day gonna have the parents come and do like a big apology. I talked to my mom and the people at dispatch and I heard what happened and had a good talk with my mom. We decided we were gonna go to the police and press charges. I usually put a bunch of stuff in my hair to style it and on that day, I was just like not feeling it and decided not to and if I did, that stuff is highly flammable, my head would’ve been a big ball of fire. I couldn’t really ride the bus anymore and since I do have the autism decide to put on I have no idea why she did. The school wasn’t too happy because I said that I was OK with doing the apology, but I don’t think I was wrong because of how scary the situation was, am I the asshole?

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2024.05.14 08:56 Every_Bumblebee6043 Husband was sexually abused as a child

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2024.05.14 08:56 chadders_0 Reoccurring rash and long term symptoms any help?

I recently had a big bullseye rash that was swelling and I had a bit of a fever. I called 111 and was told to go to out of hours department. They then gave me a course of doxy. I mentioned to the doctor that I always got this rash in the same place every year for the past 4 ish years. I never had it treated as I was always getting bit by insects and has bad heat rashes, so I never thought anything bad. To be honest lyme disease never crossed my mind, because I wasn't educated on it and no one else mentioned it. The doctor then became concerned that I never had it treated and told me to get in touch with my gp the next morning. I'm currently waiting for them to ring for a review. Because of this reddit sub I realised that all the things I'd been going to the doctors about for the past 4 years (extreme fatigue, dizzy, lightheaded, sickness, pain in joints, hot flushes, extreme sensitivity to light, heart palpitations ect), might actually of been lyme disease. My blood tests all came back ok apart from a slight deficiency in foliate. I've been put on many different medications such as anti depressants and diazapam in the past when I've mentioned these symptoms.
What I wanted to know was, does anyone know the best way to approach talking to my gp as I haven't had much luck getting them to listen to my symptoms in the past. Also is a reoccurring rash in the same place normal as I can't find much online about it?

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2024.05.14 08:53 shaneka69 CANCER ZODIAC - UNEXPECTED INCOME! TAROT READING MAY 2024

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2024.05.14 08:49 cxckslvtt I cracked my rib, what now?

I've been binding regularly for less than a year and I think I've cracked my right rib. (It's either the 8th or 9th). It doesn't always hurt but sometimes when I touch it it pops and I feel extremely uncomfortable. I've been over obsessing with my cracked rib and I can't stop touching it to check if it's actually broken or not. This behavior and binding has led to me having extreme panic attacks cause I feel like I'm dying from suffocation and chronic rib pain. I've considered to stop binding for a while. I'm currently using trans tape cause even wearing a bra hurts. Will my rib ever heal or should I go to the doctor to get it checked? Will I have to live with a cracked rib forever? Does anyone have any advice? And any tips to look flat without binding? I don't ever want to get back to binding and I don't know if I can ever afford top surgery

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2024.05.14 08:43 Sinister-John I have lived with a ghost my entire life.

Here is a TRUE Haunted House Story that a gentleman by the name of “Kenneth” emailed to me last week that I am currently working on to narrate. This is one creepy story. 😬 I hope you enjoy. 🫶
Story by - “Kenneth”
I’ve been living in a house that is very haunted for the better part of 53 years. I guess you can say that, I grew up here. And lived here my entire life.
And I’ve made a happy home for my wife and daughter here as well. At least we try to make this a happy home. We’ve experienced things that are so bizarre you’d almost think that we were crazy for even talking about them.
Nevermind the things I’ve heard and seen in this house while growing up.
While I would love to talk about everything that has happened here, I would like to tell you about how it all started for me when I was seven years old. It's actually the very first incident that I encountered while living here.
The house was built in 1875. It’s been remodeled throughout the years to keep up with modern times, but it still rests on the very foundation it was built on.
This house… as I’m writing this, I can hear footsteps creaking above me on the second floor. This is an all day thing. But we’ve learned to live with it. While growing up here, and being the only child, my parents already knew about the house being haunted. But they tried sheltering me from it. Meaning, if I heard something strange, my father or mother would say something to the likes of…
“Oh honey, those damn pipes again. We need to call the plumber.”
Or if there were footsteps creaking on the floor boards they would blame the flooring for being very old. I would hear scratching all throughout the walls and ceilings. All sorts of strange and bizarre sounds.
But this incident, this day, changed everything. And I remember this day, or rather night, as if it happened yesterday.
It was around 11:00 at night. It was a school night. And I was asleep. But something woke me up. I heard a voice whisper in my right right ear…
“We can’t let them get away.”
My eyes slowly opened up and I laid there for a moment. I called out for both my mother and father and looked over at my bedroom door but it was shut. I flipped over to my side and fell back asleep.
I heard this voice loud and clear. I know I did. But I think my brain was telling me to ignore it. Well, that was just the beginning of it. Because a few moments later it decided to really stir things up with me…
“Boy… HELP THEM THEY’RE BURNING ALIVE!”
I jumped out of bed so rapidly and even peed myself as I ran to my parents bedroom. My parents both looked at each other and then looked at me like they knew something but didn’t want to tell me. They gave me the old mumbo jumbo and told me that I was having a bad dream. My mother got out of bed. Got me fresh pajamas and socks while I cleaned myself up.
Peeing yourself at seven years old isn’t fun. Especially when it’s a raspy old scary voice shouting that someone’s burning alive in your bedroom while you’re sleeping.
My mother asked if I wanted to sleep with her and my father in their bed after that. You bet your ass I did. I hopped in that bed quicker than a fox chasing a rabbit. I was a small boy for seven. And both of my parents were average sized too, so, I fit right in there.
Alright… Here is where it gets very, very scary. If this doesn’t scare the socks off of you I don’t know what will. And before I continue, the voice that I heard? We think it’s the original owner of the house. Without giving away too much information about my home, the very first owner of this home…
He was an evil man…
We’ve heard stories about him torturing animals, killing them, and then taxiderming them, scattering them all throughout the house like his own little museum of horror.
Throughout the years I would experience more voices, more scratching on the walls and ceilings. Eventually my parents wound up telling me that the house was haunted by a creepy man with an evil past. And we lived with it. We were never physically harmed by it. It was more of a nuisance than anything.
That all changed on the night I brought my wife home to begin a life here with me.
We’re high school sweethearts. So, she knows about this place. She stayed here overnight plenty of times before we got married. But on the night she moved in, it wasn’t happy at all.
I’ll never forget the hour and minute. It was 2:27 in the morning. We were both asleep. My wife woke up first because she felt something tugging on her arm. She then woke me up and told me what she felt. This was the first time in all the years anyone has ever been physically touched by this spirit. This had never happened before so it was quite a shock to me.
And after being awake for about a few minutes or so, our bedroom door slammed shut! Our blanket was pulled away from us and thrown across the room. And we heard heavy footsteps as if someone was walking across the roof!
It was as if the house was coming to life.
In all my years of living here, I have never seen this much activity. Yet alone in one single night.
After the blanket got pulled away from us and thrown across the room things finally seemed to calm down. And the entire house was ominously quiet.
Too quiet…
But then a dark black shadow decides to grace us with its presence by moving along the walls in the bedroom and fading into nothingness. My wife and I did not move from the bed during all of this. We were terror-stricken. And then a foul odor begins to come from underneath the bed followed by a sonorous growl that vibrated underneath us.
By this point it felt like something grave was about to happen and I had to do something. Or at least I had to try. I grabbed a hold of my wife’s hand and told her to be brave and to not fear this thing. Because that's what it wants. It wants to scare us out of our home and we can’t allow that to happen. But we mustard up the courage to face this evil spirit and began reciting the Lord’s Prayer.
The bedroom door slammed again and again, four times consecutively. With steady growls underneath the bed, but we stood our ground. Praying to the almighty to help and asking him to show this spirit to the light.
A raspy old voice then shouts from underneath the bed.
“Get out!… Leave my house!”
And I said…
“No! If you're stuck here like you’ve been all these years, then you’re going to have to learn to live with us. In peace or war. Because this is my house now. Not yours. You're dead! Leave already! Go! Go with God. And Go into the light.”
After 10 minutes of praying and arguing with this thing. It all just seemed to come to a pass. I wiped the tears of fear from my wife’s eyes and embraced her painful shivers.
I, too, was frozen over by the horror that leveled us during that night.
And nothing of that magnitude ever occurred again. And our home stood silent for a while. For a year to be exact. Which was very peaceful. The voices and scratching on the walls and ceilings, footsteps and disembodied voices eventually returned. But it doesn’t bother us at all. We pay it no mind.
Doesn’t bother my daughter. Not my wife nor I. We’ve just learned to live with it.
I know that must sound strange. But this is my home. Our home. And we intend to keep it that way.
Thank you, Kenneth Sr.
Disclaimer: This story is not to be used in any other way other than reading, sharing your thoughts on it, and enjoying the creepy thought of living with a Poltergeist/Ghost in your home. 👻
The content producer has this story copyrighted and protected by the Library of Congress/Copyright Office.
💀

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2024.05.14 08:42 UnluckyValentine611 AITA if I (25 NB) asked my (26 NB) work friend to back off after they tricked me into a date with them?

I (25 NB) met my friend (26 NB) at work, we have the same position at work and usually end up paired with each other. We get along great and have a lot of similar interests. I’ve given them rides home from work a lot cause we live near each other, and I thought we’d developed a strong friendship. They’ve worked at the company a little longer than I have, I’ve been working there since August. We’ve only been friends really since Januaryish when I got promoted.
Anyways they kept requesting we hang out together outside of work, I didn’t see this as odd because we’ve hung out together outside of work as a friend group, I have many friends at my job and we usually do group outings or parties, so it wasn’t odd to me that they wanted to hang out. The day they wanted to go out, none of my roommates were available to go with. 2 out of 3 of my roommates (25 M, 23 F and 25 M) work at the same business. So I went with them on my own, they seemed ecstatic that it was just the 2 of us. I picked them up and we initially just planned to go to the mall. We walked around, talked, bought stuff and eventually had lunch.
They kept staring at me which I found awkward but figured because we’re both autistic that I was uncomfortable with the eye contact or they just happen to make a lot of eye contact. They also keep walking really close to me and “accidentally” bumping my hand. After the mall they still wanted to hang out so we went to the thrift store and had a lot of fun making fun of the silly knick knacks, we both love Fallout New Vegas so they were looking for a jacket that looked like Benny Geckos from the game.
After that they still wanted to keep hanging out, at this point I was pretty tired but figured we were having fun. It’s hard for me to say no, and I use a cane for chronic pain so I usually need to take a frequent number of breaks which we hadn’t done yet but they hadn’t picked up that I was tired yet. I was having fun and at this point they did apologize about keeping me out for so long, I said it’s ok because I like long friendship hangout days, which is not a lie, my body just doesn’t enjoy it as much.
Next we went to get boba and they bought me a drink, at this point they had paid for none of my stuff, we split the food earlier and I lightheartedly threatened them to not spend money on me. When we were in the boba shop, they once again kept staring and moving their hand towards mine. I deterred this because it made me uncomfortable by talking with my hands which I usually do anyways. They were nice and listened to me infodump to them about tmnt (tmnts my special interest) but still continued their staring. I kept getting in my head that they were just being nice and I was ruining things thinking that they had ulterior motives.
I forgot to mention that they have a boyfriend (27 M), but they had offhandingly mentioned that they were poly. We then went to a gaming shop to look at dnd and pathfinder stuff, I had to pee incredibly badly at this point but they ignored my subtle pleas to leave, which understandably was my fault as I said I could hold it at the boba shop.
At this point I’m exhausted and in a lot of pain so I suggested we end our hang out after finding a bathroom. They still insisted on hanging out longer so I suggested they come to my apartment cause at this point I’d run out of stuff for us to do. This is where things got a bit uncomfy. My roommates were all home at this point but all left briefly to go pick up food. My roommate who I share a room with requested I don’t bring my friend into our room while she was in there, but gave me the go ahead to show them our room once she and my other roommates left to get their food.
I like showing my friends my collections whenever they come over so I saw no inappropriate reason to do the same. I have some Dnd, Fallout and Tmnt stuff I wanted to show them. I did my normal showing off my stuff thing. At some point I walked them over to my desk to show them my figurines, my desk is in a corner by my closet and bed so you can only go up to it from 1 side, I talked for a bit and noticed I was cornered. I have past trauma and hate being cornered, I kept making attempts to hint that I wanted to get out of the corner but they stayed firmly in place, even leaning with their hand on my desk to further block me in which I thought was strange.
Eventually I manage to slip by them by saying I wanted to show them my shelf on the opposite side of the room. The shelf is lower and next to my bed so I sit down to point things out. They then ask if they can sit down as well. I say yes and they proceed to sit down directly next to me, our thighs are touching firmly and they lean in on my bed with their arm behind me. I’m once again cornered and panicked now. I have a thing with my thighs where I HATE anyone touching them, it causes a violent reaction, my brain screams at me to bite, punch or claw anyone who touches them, I feel sick and absolutely enraged whenever it happens. I’ve been SAed in the past but even before that I had that reaction, my therapist says it might be a trauma response from childhood that I don’t remember.
I didn’t want to hurt them and luckily I have the violent outbursts completely under control so I just stiffened up and internalized the rage while trying to steady my breathing. They obviously know nothing about my trauma because we haven’t been friends for very long. So I continue talking about my 2003 rerelease tmnt figures and let them continue to touch me while trying not to cry.
Luckily my roommates return, and I immediately get up and leave my room to greet them. At this point I’m incredibly uncomfortable and wanted them out. But I felt bad if I suddenly kicked them out and I also was their ride. We decided to watch a movie in the living room, I sat in the couch corner and they decided to lay down on the rest of the couch while leaning up near me. One of my roommates picked up on the vibe and decided to join us for the movie, the other two sat at the table where you can still see the tv to eat their food since there was no room on the couch.
I decided to crochet during the movie to help ease my nerves. Every once in a while during the movie I could see them staring at me. Once the movie was over I offered to take them home. When I dropped them off they asked if they could hug me, I gave them a nervous sure, when they hugged me they put their nose into the crook of my neck which gave me the ick.
I’m not sure if it’s just me but I hate whenever I want a friend or just want to hang out with a friend and they turn it into something more without asking me! I’ve been notoriously “manic pixie dream girled” my entire life and I’m sick of it. If you want to go out with me just make your intentions known and ask me on a date! I wouldn’t have said yes but I think they knew that and felt the need to trick me instead.
I’m also incredibly turned off by the fact that their boyfriend just had surgery for appendicitis and is also about to have top surgery this week too and instead of caring for him they’re trying to get into my pants.
The whole situation feels icky and I’m so sad cause I thought I found a cool friend. They’re trying to get me to hang out with them again (even though their boyfriend is having top surgery) and I told them I have therapy and college dumpster diving on my days off this week and they’re trying to get me to work around those.
I just want some advice, am I in the wrong for feeling weird around them now or should I see how this plays out. I usually stick to dating women and other nonbinary people so they’re technically in the range of people I can potentially be attracted to but idk. I haven’t been interested in dating a lot lately cause I’ve been working through my trauma in therapy for the past year. My roommates also thought the whole situation was strange and uncomfortable. My roommate also asked if she had ever done anything like that to make me uncomfortable (she’s also amab like my friend), I reassured her she had never done that and that I feel very safe with her.

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2024.05.14 08:41 Basic-Mixture-3473 Help.

Hello! have been having strange symptoms for the past 14 weeks. it started one afternoon when I experienced it as foggy outside. went to my optometrist who stated that I have mild astigmatism and hidden strabismus that my eyes compensate for. after 2 weeks my eyes started burning and I then went to the medical center who said my eyes looked healthy. my eyes continued to sting 2 weeks after the visit and they advised me to take eye drops, have tried 4 different ones and it doesn't help. made an appointment with a private ophthalmologist who dilated my pupils and even he couldn't find anything wrong with my eyes.1 week after the exam I got tinnitus and then I noticed that my floaters reflect light on lights and certain surfaces. I have become sensitive to light, see afterimages of certain things and my eyes feels strange and a bit slow. it has now been 14 weeks with constant pain in my eyes now. Am 30 years old never had problems with my eyes. I am otherwise healthy but have some problems with stress/health anxiety and would like to add that I have never touched a drug in my life. What is going on? Can I get rid of this..

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2024.05.14 08:41 Sinister-John I have lived with a Ghost my entire life.

Here is a TRUE Haunted House Story that a gentleman by the name of “Kenneth” emailed to me last week that I am currently working on to narrate. This is one creepy story. 😬 I hope you enjoy.
Story by - “Kenneth”
I’ve been living in a house that is very haunted for the better part of 53 years. I guess you can say that, I grew up here. And lived here my entire life.
And I’ve made a happy home for my wife and daughter here as well. At least we try to make this a happy home. We’ve experienced things that are so bizarre you’d almost think that we were crazy for even talking about them.
Nevermind the things I’ve heard and seen in this house while growing up.
While I would love to talk about everything that has happened here, I would like to tell you about how it all started for me when I was seven years old. It's actually the very first incident that I encountered while living here.
The house was built in 1875. It’s been remodeled throughout the years to keep up with modern times, but it still rests on the very foundation it was built on.
This house… as I’m writing this, I can hear footsteps creaking above me on the second floor. This is an all day thing. But we’ve learned to live with it. While growing up here, and being the only child, my parents already knew about the house being haunted. But they tried sheltering me from it. Meaning, if I heard something strange, my father or mother would say something to the likes of…
“Oh honey, those damn pipes again. We need to call the plumber.”
Or if there were footsteps creaking on the floor boards they would blame the flooring for being very old. I would hear scratching all throughout the walls and ceilings. All sorts of strange and bizarre sounds.
But this incident, this day, changed everything. And I remember this day, or rather night, as if it happened yesterday.
It was around 11:00 at night. It was a school night. And I was asleep. But something woke me up. I heard a voice whisper in my right right ear…
“We can’t let them get away.”
My eyes slowly opened up and I laid there for a moment. I called out for both my mother and father and looked over at my bedroom door but it was shut. I flipped over to my side and fell back asleep.
I heard this voice loud and clear. I know I did. But I think my brain was telling me to ignore it. Well, that was just the beginning of it. Because a few moments later it decided to really stir things up with me…
“Boy… HELP THEM THEY’RE BURNING ALIVE!”
I jumped out of bed so rapidly and even peed myself as I ran to my parents bedroom. My parents both looked at each other and then looked at me like they knew something but didn’t want to tell me. They gave me the old mumbo jumbo and told me that I was having a bad dream. My mother got out of bed. Got me fresh pajamas and socks while I cleaned myself up.
Peeing yourself at seven years old isn’t fun. Especially when it’s a raspy old scary voice shouting that someone’s burning alive in your bedroom while you’re sleeping.
My mother asked if I wanted to sleep with her and my father in their bed after that. You bet your ass I did. I hopped in that bed quicker than a fox chasing a rabbit. I was a small boy for seven. And both of my parents were average sized too, so, I fit right in there.
Alright… Here is where it gets very, very scary. If this doesn’t scare the socks off of you I don’t know what will. And before I continue, the voice that I heard? We think it’s the original owner of the house. Without giving away too much information about my home, the very first owner of this home…
He was an evil man…
We’ve heard stories about him torturing animals, killing them, and then taxiderming them, scattering them all throughout the house like his own little museum of horror.
Throughout the years I would experience more voices, more scratching on the walls and ceilings. Eventually my parents wound up telling me that the house was haunted by a creepy man with an evil past. And we lived with it. We were never physically harmed by it. It was more of a nuisance than anything.
That all changed on the night I brought my wife home to begin a life here with me.
We’re high school sweethearts. So, she knows about this place. She stayed here overnight plenty of times before we got married. But on the night she moved in, it wasn’t happy at all.
I’ll never forget the hour and minute. It was 2:27 in the morning. We were both asleep. My wife woke up first because she felt something tugging on her arm. She then woke me up and told me what she felt. This was the first time in all the years anyone has ever been physically touched by this spirit. This had never happened before so it was quite a shock to me.
And after being awake for about a few minutes or so, our bedroom door slammed shut! Our blanket was pulled away from us and thrown across the room. And we heard heavy footsteps as if someone was walking across the roof!
It was as if the house was coming to life.
In all my years of living here, I have never seen this much activity. Yet alone in one single night.
After the blanket got pulled away from us and thrown across the room things finally seemed to calm down. And the entire house was ominously quiet.
Too quiet…
But then a dark black shadow decides to grace us with its presence by moving along the walls in the bedroom and fading into nothingness. My wife and I did not move from the bed during all of this. We were terror-stricken. And then a foul odor begins to come from underneath the bed followed by a sonorous growl that vibrated underneath us.
By this point it felt like something grave was about to happen and I had to do something. Or at least I had to try. I grabbed a hold of my wife’s hand and told her to be brave and to not fear this thing. Because that's what it wants. It wants to scare us out of our home and we can’t allow that to happen. But we mustard up the courage to face this evil spirit and began reciting the Lord’s Prayer.
The bedroom door slammed again and again, four times consecutively. With steady growls underneath the bed, but we stood our ground. Praying to the almighty to help and asking him to show this spirit to the light.
A raspy old voice then shouts from underneath the bed.
“Get out!… Leave my house!”
And I said…
“No! If you're stuck here like you’ve been all these years, then you’re going to have to learn to live with us. In peace or war. Because this is my house now. Not yours. You're dead! Leave already! Go! Go with God. And Go into the light.”
After 10 minutes of praying and arguing with this thing. It all just seemed to come to a pass. I wiped the tears of fear from my wife’s eyes and embraced her painful shivers.
I, too, was frozen over by the horror that leveled us during that night.
And nothing of that magnitude ever occurred again. And our home stood silent for a while. For a year to be exact. Which was very peaceful. The voices and scratching on the walls and ceilings, footsteps and disembodied voices eventually returned. But it doesn’t bother us at all. We pay it no mind.
Doesn’t bother my daughter. Not my wife nor I. We’ve just learned to live with it.
I know that must sound strange. But this is my home. Our home. And we intend to keep it that way.
Thank you, Kenneth Sr.

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2024.05.14 08:39 Friendly-Ad8298 bf 'M20' and I 'F21' What advice can you give me for cutting his hair?

Hi! My boyfriend and I are currently living together during college and for the first time ever over the summer as well. I work year-round whereas he only works in the summer so that he can focus on school during school times which I can understand, I just sadly do not have that luxury due to my situation. So, when he needs help with buying things I help him out under the understanding that I do it because I love him/ he does not owe me and that he will need to help out in other ways such as around the room, making food, etc. (all of which I still also help out with as well). He is half black in a predominately white area so whenever we go out to get his hair cut the hair people always give him a hack job, and yet it costs a decent bit every time for something that he feels embarrassed about for the next 3ish weeks.
He is very proud of his hair and views it and its upkeep as a part of his culture/ a deeper part of him. He for the longest time refused to let me touch it (in a hair cutting sense), but now he feels that I cannot do worse than the stylists which is a vote of faith if I ever heard one. (Nervous) I would love any advice that can be given to me on how to go about cutting his hair. The curls are looser but still make beautiful ringlets. They are tighter when his hair is shorter but looser when long. I think that it would be considered either 3c or 3b. I bought a kit from Walmart with a bunch of different tops, and an odd-looking ruler thing as well that is meant to help with angling.
(I don't think / know if it matters but I am a white woman whose own hair is about 2c I think. This part matters I have never worked with hair before, but I grew up watching my mom take care of my whole family's hair and I would like to be able to do the same to a certain extent and have even offered to go take a few classes before I touched my bf's hair but, in the case, where I can't do that any advice for how I should go about it would be appreciated.

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2024.05.14 08:38 Transsexualpain I just wish I was normal

I’m a 20 year old transgender woman, I transitioned at 15, I look, act, feel, sound, and everyone believes I am a “woman”. I’m not bragging or “tooting”but I am very attractive I get compliments in public, flooded with compliments on apps, I’m fairly short, and have a decent sense of style (I am now tooting my own horn). I should feel lucky I should feel grateful, I should feel good, but everything hurts. I hate myself so much it’s unreal, nothing makes me feel happy not even the compliments not even love. My life would be so much easier if I was just normal, nothing I’ve experienced has been normal or okay. I’d do anything to trade places with anyone, I prayed for it as a child and I pray for it now. Everything is painful, I can’t even look in the mirror with out my appearance changing infront of my own eyes, or my eyes going directly to my pelvis and hating myself even more. i cqnt even move past hating myself to be loved by my boyfriend wiyh out sabotaging it all. ive started to pick at him and its unfair, the shame and guilt i hold when we go dates is overwhelming, he won’t even reach for my hand in public and I know he feels shame too, yet he gets off to the idea of me being different. I’m a walking fetish and it makes me sick, the idea of being fetishized has made me despise having sex. The idea of my boyfriend getting of to the fact that none of his family, friends or even his roommate know that I am trans hurts, I don’t want them to know but I’d rather not know he’s getting off to my pain and discomfort at my expense. Believing my only hope for a stable life being through only fans is awful, I’m convinced it’s my only option for some type of salvation, at least if I take control of the fetishizing then will I have power and I guess I’ll have money. Then maybe I can try and heal myself with a surgery that could lessen the suffering and pain I feel already. Sex has become a nothing, sometimes I enjoy it but sometimes im doing it to my others happy, so that I feel wanted and validated and APPRECIATED. The feeling of being touched makes me shifted out of my body, I feel like I’m in a porn video, poked, pounded, sucked, licked, kissed nothing feels good anymore but it’s the only time I feel valued. Everything makes me sick and disgusting, the feeling of being touched and acting like it feels good is draining all for the pursuit of love, affection, touch, and validation. I can’t tell if it’s underlying trauma? Maybe something happened as a child? Or maybe I just can’t help but to dissociate. The heart ache I have when I think about me being a normal person male or female, nothing can take that away. Suggesting I should de transition isn’t realistic, I have breasts that would require extensive weight loss or even surgery, even with weight loss I’d still have loose skin I’d have to remove. Detransitioning would cause more pain then I already have, whether you believe being trans is real or not is beyond, I’ve made my bed and I’m happy to a point about how I look but I will never be fulfilled as a person. I’m stuck with the biological FACT that I am male who was born with a cursed brain. Therapy has never helped I went through multiple years of therapy to even begin my transition none of which helped only proved that I am an ill individual who’s suffering from a very severe case of gender dysphoria. I tried to mutilate my body as a child (no damage done). I wish for one thing that people take away from this is that being trans is PAINFUL transitioning IS PAINFUL, and even more painful to go back and live as your biological sex. An analogy I read compared it to a walking through a door that tortures you as you walk in but tortures you again if not worse then before. I wish to be treated as a HUMAN BEING not a sexual object, an animal, subhuman, or as if we don’t matter. I feel pain and I know pain and I deserve to be heard, seen, and loved.
(I apologize for my grammar errors, mistakes, and incoherent ramblings jumping from thought to thought, I’m not very intelligent I’m just expressing feelings to whoever reads this and it’s very late and I can’t sleep )

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2024.05.14 08:34 Friendly-Ad8298 Any advice for cutting hair?

Hi! My boyfriend and I are currently living together during college and for the first time ever over the summer as well. I work year-round whereas he only works in the summer so that he can focus on school during school times which I can understand, I just sadly do not have that luxury due to my situation. So, when he needs help with buying things I help him out under the understanding that I do it because I love him/ he does not owe me and that he will need to help out in other ways such as around the room, making food, etc (all of which I still also help out with as well). He is half black in a predominately white area so whenever we go out to get his hair cut the hair people always give him a hack job, and yet it costs a decent bit every time for something that he feels embarrassed about for the next 3ish weeks.
He is very proud of his hair and views it and its upkeep as a part of his culture/ a deeper part of him. He for the longest time refused to let me touch it (in a hair cutting sense), but now he feels that I cannot do worse than the stylists which is a vote of faith if I ever heard one. (Nervous) I would love any advice that can be given to me on how to go about cutting his hair. The curls are looser but still make beautiful ringlets. They are tighter when his hair is shorter but looser when long. I think that it would be considered either 3c or 3b. I bought a kit from Walmart with a bunch of different tops, and an odd-looking ruler thing as well that is meant to help with angling.
(I don't think / know if it matters but I am a white woman whose own hair is about 2c I think. This part matters I have never worked with hair before, but I grew up watching my mom take care of my whole family's hair and I would like to be able to do the same to a certain extent and have even offered to go take a few classes before I touched my bf's hair.

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2024.05.14 08:33 McComfortable I'm in serious need of help and it feels like it's too late for me

I don't really no where to start. I feel I've lost myself, consumed with anxiety and guilt and fear and regret and I fear, this new fear, that it's going to be the end of me if I don't start to get it out in some way, shape or form.
I guess I'll begin at the beginning...

I had a difficult childhood with fairly neglectful parents. A mother who openly expressed she never felt she really stepped into her mom shoes until she gave birth to my younger sister, who is three years younger than me. She is my only sibling. My mother told me when I was a kid that she "had to love me", but when my sister came around "she was finally a mother and over the moon", or simply "I always always wanted a girl". I'm not sure if this could be attributed to Post-partum depression, not that she ever researched that or was daignosed with it. That's probably just me trying to pardon my mother or something to the effect. She was 17 when she had me and I'm sure times were different then, my parents both were raised religious, father christian, mother mormon. Maybe their guilt. I ask myself why they brought me into this world if I wasn't wanted to begin with. Or, give me up for adoption to a set of guardians that would have loved me better. I know I was an accident and that's not what gets me down, I get that life be lifing and what happened happened. My difficulties stem from the feeling that my presence never gave my mother any sense of purpose, responsibility or love, or concern. She was emotionally unavailable to me virtually my entire life and I feel like that caused many issues later in my life and how I perceive myself and what I deserve. Coupled with the fact that my neglect met such extremes that I am frankly shocked that I was never picked up by child care services, maybe things were different in the 90's. I'm not sure, I was just a child then.
Much of my upbringing I didn't receive a lot of the things most people would consider essential. As a baby my crib was the sock drawer, then I grew large enough to have a closet, then slept on the floor of a walk-in closet, then I had a single bed from what I recall for maybe a year or maybe two years and I remember feeling metal springs poke me in the my ribs and I recall it being uncomfortable enough for me to move back to sleeping on the floor next to the ratty old used mattress my father found from who knows where. I remember feeling like I had to keep that secret, that the mattress they gave me was uncomfortable enough for me to sneak sleeping on the floor next to it. I think I was really afraid as coming across as ungrateful. My father came from a third world country, so the "gratefullness issue" was address frequently by my mom because "I don't have it even half as bad as what my father had to endure. And she was probably right. But it just silenced me ultimately, didn't put things into a mature context for me. I just learned that I can't complain about anything ever. Anyway, that trend didn't really change when I grew older. grade 9-10 I was sleeping on the living room couch so my sister could have privacy and a bedroom to exist in for herself - which I realize is important for an individual so I encouraged her to have the bedroom. Although I figured my parents expected me to do this for my sister regardless. I was okay with making sacrfices for those I love, it was instilled in me from a very very young age.
I do feel like my father took advantage of me in the form of labour as well, having to do custodial work with my father from 10pm to 3am, at two highschools I believe he was contracted, at that young age I honestly enjoyed just spending time with my father I think, working alongside him. When I was in grade 2 and 3 I had garbage bag duty for all the students bathrooms, and I remember loving snapping the bags open by rushing air into the bag and making it blow up like a baloon. I remember the scary unlit shadowy hallways that I couldn't perceive the ends of. No bodies to see, it felt eerie but exciting in a way - like it was a whole different world.
School was a different experience for me. It was very stressful, my parents had to move a few times a year because they would dodge rent or just generally be selfish with their dual income. They loved to party hard on the weekends. I remember wondering why my father did this to himself all the time. Hoping that we could spend quality time on a saturday, but he wouldnt get out of bed until just before dinner. I didn't really understand hangovers or alcoholism and how it meant our plans would get cancelled. I think I remember trying to wrap my head around willful self-poisoning for entertainment and how could that be more enjoyable then spending time with your son? I couldn't tell my mother why I was so sad about it. Why I didn't want to move again and again and again. Why I found it so difficult to make new friends everytime I had to switch schools. Why I couldn't just do one single full school year with one class of students. It was so hard and at the time, I didn't know anything different. It was so hard to make friends and I think it created this approach to making a "new family" of friends when I became a teenager and young adult.

I remember always wanting to be a "good kid". The "best kid" for my parents. I feel like my parents attached this moniker to me that made things harder for me to mature into a rounded adult later in life. My parents always flaunted me as this point of accomplishment, the accomplishment that I was "so extremely well behaved". I would strive to be super polite, and a good host, try to help out when my parents had their friends over, literally fill their cups when the opportunity presented themselves. I think I did this because I must have made the conclusion that if I was quiet, super polite, helpful and useful then I had value. That I could be loved. That I could earn this love from my parents through acts of service.
I remember feeling like my sister and I had extremely different experiences growing up. When my parents were at work I took care of her, cleaned and cooked. one time my sister told my mom to eff off when she was 5 and I was 8. My mind was blown. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that she had the bravery and courage to defy my mother. Looking back, my sister was just mirroring the language she learned from my parents from whenever they fought. I remembering seriously worrying and getting scared that my father was going to belt her, or use the coat hanger, which was his preference with me. I feel like my mom was always checked out and I'm hurt that she allowed my father to take his rage out on me. That my mom could care less about me being beat, but never my sibling. It was very confusing and difficult for me to process. Not that I really processed it much as a kid. I honestly just wanted to be loved and be the best child possible. Honestly though, 'm seriously so glad that my sister was spared all of that complete non-sense. I don't wish that on anyone in the world. There were some punishments where he would walk in and tell me to pull my pants down without explanation. I have memories of tearing up and saying I didn't know why this was happening, asking what I did wrong and he would just remind me that if I resisted then I would get it worse and to hurry up and get ready. My father has since apologized. I think it is how he was raised. I didn't know what to say in response, but I told him I loved him and it's in the past. But I don't know if I was being honest when I said that. My mother would still gaslight me to this day if any of this became topic of discussion, not that I'm guessing. A year ago she told me that much of my pained memories were false and this never happened. My father on the other hand typically stays pensive and unchallenging.
It seems so damned crazy writing all of this out, it feels like a heartbreaking novel and not my life at all. But it was and is my life. I have difficulties opening up and expressing my feelings and advocating for myself when the moments are true and appropriate to do so. I know it's the healthier way to communicate, but I was literally taught to stay quiet and be useful. Fast forward 20-25 years and I'm going to be 35 and I feel like just ending it all. Every year my birthday passes and I'll get a text from my family happy birthday. But they know I'm in a difficult place, they know I miss them, they know I love them and forgive them, I try the high road whenever I can but I just don't see the point anymore. they won't celebrate my life and existence, but they'll throw family gatherings for each other, birthdays, christmas, fathers day and mothers day.
On that note, another mother's day has recently passed and my mother never invited me over, I texted my father three weeks in advance in hopes of securing a time to come over and celebrate my mothers life with my family as a family. I felt particularly stung this mother's day when they celebrated and didn't text or call to invite me over. I live in the same small town so it's easy to hop over. I literally live three blocks away.
Anyway, my mother was diagnosed with cancer over christmas this year and I have been worrying for my mother ever since and thinking about my life with her and the mortal coil and the finite mount of time I may have with her. I feel like there is a large empty part in my heart that wishes my mother and I could go grab a coffee together. She can show me her ipad app art that she has been really excited about for a couple years now. She loves showing off her digital art and I love seeing her joy and how proud she is about her art. I just don't know why she couldn't feel the same for me, her only son. Maybe I'm just a her dissapointment.
I dropped out of highschool and left the family home when I was 16. I just couldn't work for my dad during the night AND go to highschool AND socialize. Something had to give. Unfortunately it was highschool and my parents didn't really care about that at all. They were just... fine with it. they supported my sister through college and she was fortunately able to graduate with a veterinary degree of sorts. she still lives with them now as she pays off her student debt, but I left and travelled and worked on music for over a decade so I admit that I was entirely out of the family picture for some time. But as I get older, not wanting to repeat the mistakes of my parents I fear that that is precisely what's been creeping up in my life.
five years ago I met the absolute most wonderful human being and I am so lucky to have my partner in my life. She and I are engaged now and set to be married. I hoped that the news would overwhelm my parents with excitement and joy. Maybe a facebook post about their son, share some family pictures or something. But they did nothing at all. I think they showed off pictures of the trip to Mexico that week instead.
I just don't really understand how I'm this unworthy of their love and unfortunately now I'm realizing that illusion that I am unworthy has infected my relationship with my fiance. I love her so much but when I can't fix everything in her life I feel like I am the failure and the guilt overhelms me so much and the guilt is such a strong motivator for me, and it usually motivates me into becoming the biggest doormat in the world. I've never worked harder for a relationship or invested this much energy. I feel she deserves it. But I don't advocate for myself. So I build up resentment. Like I clean the house constantly and work and help bail out of her bad spending habits and cover her rent without question and this and that. To be clear, she doesn't take advantage of me and that's not how I feel about it. But I do let this annoyance build up inside of me because I don't know how to communicate my feelings in a healthy way. I'm scared I'll lose the person if I speak up, or I'll be gaslit. Again, that's not my partner that gaslights. That's just generally how I feel I'll be treated if I open up with people. It all goes back to my childhood. It's affected every friendship and work relationship I've had since.
When I was 20-ish, 15 years years ago I did the classic, "seek the relationship that most comfortably fits into the patterns you experienced with your parents". And so I trapped myself in a horrific and extremely damaging relationship with a girl I'll call K. She has undiagnosed bipolaBPD, she would never seek help but self-medicate. She ended up in the hospital maybe four times for self-harming and this where she was considered to have these diseases by a few doctors on different occasions. Anway, it turned into a relationship of abuse and it wasn't exactly new territory for me. I was ashamed in that 8 year relationship. I wanted out so bad, but she would threaten to unalive everytime I tried to get away. Of course, some weeks would go by and i would get my hair pulled out of my scalp, a knife waving in the air in front of my face, spat in the face, kicked, punched, bit, a pot of freshly boiled ramen soup thrown in my face and eyes. What's worse is that I seeked police intervention on multiple occasions. Every single time the police visited, they talked me out of pressing charges, asking me " well if she doesn't have any place to go, then do you have a place you can stay at, or the shelter?". twice they talked me out of a restraining order, that legal proceedings would take forever. Adn de-escalting me from wanting to take measures to ensure my safety because she may end up on the street as a result. To this day, I absolutely wish I advocated for myself here and pushed for a restraining order. I'm so mad at myself for not doing so.
Unfortunately, fast forward a couple years into that relationship and one evening everything would finally hit the fan. I told her to never touch me again and I absolutely meant it. she had just yanked out the largest chunk of my hair to date, to the point where my scalp was bleeding and I could even see epidermal matter still attached to the folicle ends that were in her clenched fingers. My head bled a bit and I pushed her off of me. Telling her that I needed to leave, that I was walking to my secure jam space just a 10 minute walk away. It had a leather couch in a cold concrete basement, but hey at least I would be safe for the night and I could play my drums and try and blow off this anxiety and fear in a way that was safe albeit very noisy.
She hated that I wanted to leave and convinced herself I would never return. To be fair, that was the energy I had. I never wanted to see her face again and have her name on my lips after that night. So her tactic was simple, to threaten me with calling the cops and tell them that I violently pushed her. I called her bluff and said "go ahead and I will just tell them everything you've done - yet again. All I am doing is going to the space to sleep, I said, maybe play drums." She called the cops and told them she was pushed into a wall, and she felt very unsafe. Which yes, I did push her off me when she attacked me. In the past, I tried various tactics, to run away didn't work, she just always chased me down. Or sometimes I would just sit there while she was violent against me and I just "dissapeared" kind of like how I would when my dad used his coat hanger. This time, I just pushed her off of me, I was done with the relationship at that point and we both knew it. Anyway, she called the police, they arrived and when questioned I told them that I pushed her off of me in self-defence. I was drinking that night and it didn't help my case as I was arrested without question that evening and I was charged on the spot without question with domestic assault. It devasted me. I asked the police how this could happen lawfully. That she is an abuser and there is a history of this multiple times. That I've requested a restraining order. They explained that in quebec the laws are a little different and in the case domestic cases, if there is a male aggressor against a female, then the male is automatically charged to the fullest extent. I was absolutelyu devasted by this. I can't tell you the amount of fear and anger I felt in that jail cell that night.
I feel so incredibly betrayed by the justice system, keep in mind, this is law that from what I understand is only in Quebec, I was there for music at the time with an old friend whom I am no longer in contact with. I don't think the rest of the country operates under law in this way. Now I appreciate that they are vigilant about woman abuse victims, but the law shouldn't be this absurdly biased. It just doesnt feel just and fair to me. Covert abusers shouldn't be able to take advantage of the justice system in this way, but it happens.
It was an awful experience, I was homeless for a couple months afterward, not allowed to retrieve my belongings, so I lost all of my life "crap" that I had built up, years of hardwork and investment. I mention this because I realize later in life that I have intense collecting behaviour. maybe as a self-soothing behaviour. But I love building up collections of my hobby stuff as I have many and I feel they keep me regulated and it's a form of therapy for me. In any case, I lost everything when I left that whole situation. It sucks, although ultimately it's clearly best that I got out of that dreadful circumstance. I flew across the country to my hometown and to be closer to my family and old friends from highschool. It's quite a small town mind you.
Unfortunately, my classic tendency to hide and not advocate for myself created an opportunity for my abusive ex. A year following those events, despite me assuring her that I had to block her because I flew away to start a new life provinces away. That I wished her the best. That I even promised I would never tell a soul what she did to me. Not to mention that unfortunately we live in a society where nobody really has an ounce of sympathy for a male abuse victim. I had every intention to keep that promise, but she couldn't trust me ultimately. I think her logic was maybe to just beat her ex to "the punch". Kill or be killed or something like that. I don't live my life like that so I don't really know what her plan was. But she made a bunch of posts on various social media platforms for all of our mutual friends, music friends, coworkers etc. that the relationship was over and she was free. That she got out of a cycle of abuse and she was ready to start a new chapter of her life. She never used my name, just that she was glad she got away from her toxic and abusive ex once and for all.
It was exactly like that night a year prior, she threatened me with this outcome she could design for me, and I called her on her bluff by saying I was still going to block her and I can't control what she does with her life or how she conducts herself, but that I was out and to never contact me ever again. She made me regret that decision.
The posts she made that day got so many likes and support from so many of our mutual friends, even musician mates that were closer to me than her, and it absolutely destroyed me, not just internally but socially. I no longer make music anymore and it hurts to go outside into the world because it feels like everybody sees me as this monster. And still I don't have a voice to inform anyone otherwise - except my family and my fiance. I have no friends anymore. They all left my life with the belief that I did all of these horrible and awful things.
I just don't trust people anymore as a result and it's just caused me to become extremely bitter and depressed. I ruminate on the past, maybe in attempts to fix the past so I can move on. So I could do better, so I don't have to punish myself for my mistakes in the past. But it just reopens every emotional wound I have and they never get a chance to heal. That was maybe 7 years ago now and I'm still replaying these events in my head every single morning for about 1 - 2 hrs. Then I go completely numb for the majority of the rest of the day, shallow breathing, and the mildest sadness that mascarades as fatigue and disinterest.
There are some days where I seriously fear for the future and I just feel like every cruel soul will inherit this earth and that's the future, they built this world of suffering and they deserve to inherit it. Their toxic flag staked so deep into the earth in reclamation. The future isn't holding any seats for people like us. I'm so heartbroken and defeated. I feel like white-wolfing my fiance because she deserves better than this traumatized person that hides from the world. I feel like giving her my collection of collections so she can sell it all off and pay off her 10k of credit debt, then with this act of kindness I can go out not feeling like a guilt-ridden defeated loser. And leave on a high note.
When I'm alone, I get trapped in these ruminating cycles and it's the angriest I ever get. It's reached the point where I feel like I am actually reliving all this past trauma every morning and I can't do it anymore. I just feel like I am so at the end of whatever this ride was.
I don't have any friends anymore and everyone but my fiance thinks I am a monster and it's just unbearable.
I just don't even know. I am even afraid that someone will read this post and suss through all of this and make the connection. Then I'll get another new email or random throwaway account with an insta message that says "I told you you would never be able to get over me. You can move on, but you will never be able to erase the past. Never truly. You know where to find me."
It's haunting and it's poisonous. I just feel haunted and poisoned and I don't know if there is a snake oil potent enough or antitode true enough to get me back to the generous, lighthearted, energetic kid I once was.
To whoever was willing to read through all of this, thank you for hearing me out. I don't know what advice I am even asking for here. I'm hoping just speaking this out into the world in some way can alleviate this misery. I don't know.

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2024.05.14 08:31 AgileSissy /

Slutty Sister Has Her Brother Locked For Life (non-con, forced chastity, bondage, punishment)
Part 1
The keyholder nurse gave me instructions and explained everything after it was all over. My family had told me that I was a sex pervert and I was "being dealt with". I knew I was in trouble, but I was a young man, only 18 and I didn't understand what was going on. No one had told me anything after the hearing.
Mom drove me to an odd building, led me to a secure room and left. A young nurse told me to undress. I was totally naked. An older woman in scrubs and a man entered. They strapped my arms and legs down to a cold steel table. The nurse offered the woman a syringe, but she declined and said "No, I want this creep to feel it".
It all started a month ago. I lived with my mom and sister, dad was gone. My sister was 19, with a tight body and medium sized, perky tits. Mom was thick, curvy, with giant tits. Both recently got their naval's pierced with matching studs. Neither had boyfriends, but they were very promiscuous. We lived in a mobile home with thin walls, so I could hear them getting fucked often.
I made some mistakes. First, my sister caught me peeping on her in the shower and told mom. Then, two of her "friends" came over for sex. They took turns on her. She got very loud. After they left, I went in her room. She covered herself, but I saw her pussy and stomach first. There were small puddles of cum around her pantyline, and some more of it leaking out of her. I told her I was still a virgin and asked if I could "go next" on her. She yelled "get out" and told mom when she got home from work.
The third incident was more serious they said. Mom would sometimes drink and pass out. I'd never felt tits before and hers were so enticing. She had some drinks and went to bed. I snuck in. She was asleep, uncovered, wearing a gown. I grabbed her heaving boobs. Then I took one of my hands off her chest and pulled the gown above her waist, exposing her. I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She woke up and caught me. She was pissed. The next day my sister told me they had turned me in and there would be a hearing.
So I knew why I was on the metal table, but I didn't know what was next. I couldn't see, there was a drape at my waist. It started with gloves and cold metal on my genitals, then clamping, pinching, pulling, and eventually a sharp puncturing pain near my balls. I begged them to stop, but they did it 2 more times, once on my cock. Finally a metal device was brought out. I could feel it being slid on, clamped down, tightened, then locked. "All done" they said and left. The young nurse stayed behind.
She removed the drape and released the straps. I inspected the "device". My cock and balls had been fed through a steel ring that tightly encircled them at the base. It was secured to a piercing just above my taint and another at the top. My penis was locked in a tight steel "cage" with a hole at the end for pissing. The head had been pierced and a metal bar went through me as extra security. It wasn't going anywhere. The whole thing was super tight.
"What is this?" I asked.
She explained. "It's your chastity device. Your genitals have been locked up. At the hearing, your mother and sister requested that you be put in chastity. The safety council asked them how long they thought would be appropriate and both wanted you locked forever. Since the incidents involved incest, the council agreed. Your penis is locked for life. I'm your keyholder nurse. I will help with adjustments, cleanings, draining your balls, and anything else needed for chastity".
"When do I get to take off?" I said.
She answered, "You're locked forever. So you wont get to take it off. They have to keep you locked so your sister is safe and to punish you for what you did to your mom. You wont be able to have sex or force anyone. Since you can't masturbate, your balls might swell, so you will see me every other month to drain them, do a deep cleaning, and tighten your cage, if necessary.
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Part 2

The room was cold. My keyholder nurse was a cute twenty-something. A name tag with "Beverly" was pinned above her perky boobs. Her scrub top was tight around her chest. I could see the shape of her breasts and her hard nipples pressing againt the fabric. I stared and my cage got tighter. She noticed and grinned slightly.
I got back to business, "Can I appeal or get parole or something? What happens next?"
She answered, "Sorry, no appeals for chastity. There is parole, but not for incest cases. What you did is considered extremely disgusting, so they deemed you a "most extreme pervert". Incest offenders get more severe penalties and no parole. I'm not supposed to be judgemental, but you're my first incest case and it sounded really awful at your hearing. It's hard to believe creeps as bad as you even exist, who rubs their own mom's pussy? This case is really bad, so I'm gonna go harder on you than my other guys. I hope it was worth it. So here's what's next...your mother and sister are entitled to a final inspection of your genitals, then you'll go directly to prison to be processed and locked up in the chastity unit."
I was confused and responded with frustration, "I can't believe this is happening to me. I just got too horny seeing the girls dressed like sluts and listening to them getting fucked all the time. After seeing my sisters cum-filled pussy, I lost control and slipped up. If she just gave me sloppy seconds, I wouldn't have done all that to mom....What do you mean prison?!?!"
She responded, bursting with excitement, "Dont worry, you'll learn your lesson! OH! I see they didn't tell you about prison yet, since you were a rush case. Chastity is just an add-on to your prison sentence as an extra penalty and to keep everyone safe. Let me look at your file to see how much time you'll serve."
Looking at her tablet, she smiled big and replied, "I've never gotten to do this before! Most guys hear about their sentence before they get to me...Ok, so they actually got you taken care of pretty good here. It got split up into multiple counts, so fortunately, they were able to put you away for a long time."
She continued, "Your sister had you convicted on two charges, one for the shower incident and one for the bedroom incident. You got two more for mom, one for groping her tits and another for going between her legs. I'll read them off...
Count 1, Incestual peeping, sentence: 1 year special confinement
Count 2, Incestual peeping with propositioning, sentence: 1.5 years special confinement
Count 3, 2nd Degree Incestual Sexual Battery, 2 years special confinement
Ok and here's the big one! For touching mom's pussy...
Count 4, 1st Dregee Incestual Sexual Battery, 4.5 years RIGOROUS confinement in the SCU-I, (Special Chastity Unit, Incest wing), with intensive perversion correction."
So you'll do nine years total, with the first four-and-a-half in the incest wing."
I was completely shocked, "Nine years!? Are you serious? What's special confinement? Am I going to regular prison or what?
Beverely explained, "Special confinement means you'll be put in the chastity unit. It's a separate level for inmates that have their genitals locked, like rapists and other perverts. It's a little different. The cells are super small, you don't get any privileges like TV, and you stay locked in your cell for 23 hours a day. But don't worry. Most of my guys are in the chastity unit. They all want out really bad, but they're fine. Some eventually leave for regular population if their sentence allows, but you'll actually just be finishing up in the main chasity unit after you're done with rigororous confinement for the first four-and-a-half. You'll start off in the incest wing".
"What is all that? I asked
Beverly explained further, "It's a big deal. That's why I got so excited when I read your sentence on count 4. It wasn't just the amount of time you got, but what'll be happening to you that makes it a heavy one. I've heard it's very extreme. Since you're my first incest case, I'm not as familiar with it, but I've heard you're basically caged up 24/7 and pretty much treated like an animal. I'm not sure if you even get a toilet or a bed. You only leave your cage once every two weeks for perversion correction, which I might get to assist with, and you'll get another device I've heard about, called the "silver bullet". I think it's an anal device? You'll learn more about that when you get there. Oh! Looks like it's time to get you ready for inspection."
The door opened as she left and two female guards entered. One had a tazer. They led me to another table. This one had wheels. I sat on the edge. One grabbed my ankles and another tried to push me on my back. I resisted, trying to spin off the table. I was immediately tazed, then sedated, imobilizing me. "This will be easier for if you just comply" she said. I was on my back again. My ankles were lifted toward my head, folding my legs over me. Thick zip ties were placed around my ankles and calfs. My hands and forearms were looped through both, then "zzzzzzzztttt", it was all cinched down tight, securing my arms to my legs. A bar was secured between my knees, keeping me exposed. Beverly came back in. One of the guards said "He's all yours hon" as they left.
"Let's get you cleaned up" Beverly said. "Your mom and sister are on their way and they're excited to see your private parts all locked up for good.
She put gloves on, then approached the table, placing one hand over my nose. I opened my mouth and she shoved a gag in and secured it around my head. "This is just a temporary gag. Your sister didn't want you talking during inspection. I believe you'll get more securely gagged and muzzled when you get to processing. I've heard the guys don't get solid food in the incest wing, you get fed a liquid diet, like that soylent stuff, that you'll take through a drinking tube in your gag. It's really amazing how good they have you incest perverts locked up over there. I can't wait to see you like that.
She started the cleaning by soaping and lathering around my crotch, exposed parts were shaved. She walked away, coming back with a tube and a bag full of fluid that she hung from a pole. The label read "Enema". Beverly explained, "Gotta clean you inside and out. First I'll get you lubed up". She grabbed a metal syring, inserted the tip in my ass, and injected me with lube. At the end of enema tube, there was a detachable nozzle with two inflatable bulbs. One was forced in my ass and both were inflated, locking it in place. I could see the tube going from the bag to inside me. I felt like I was being treated like an animal already. She turned a valve, the fluid began flowing and filled me up. She set a timer for 35 minutes, and sat on her stool, reading cosmo. After an agonizing wait, she removed the nozzle plug, allowing me to release. Finally, thank goodness. I was soaped up again and rinsed. She cleaned up the enema nozzle plug, added more lube, and shoved it back1 inside me. "Putting this back in so we dont have any potential leaks" she said, as she inflated it. She disconnected the outside end of the inflatable nozzle where it attached to the longer enema tube, clamped it off, and let go of it. I felt it bounce around as it settled. "You're all set" she exclaimed.
I was wheeled on the cart-like table through a long, busy hallway to a different room for inspection. I could feel the protruding nozzle plug in my ass flop around as the cart moved. The other employees stared as I went by, a few smiled with satisfaction. How humiliating I thought. I heard murmuring. "Bitchtied pervert getting what he deserves!" one girl said angrily.
Finally in the inspection room, I waited. The door opened, Beverly entered with two blondes behind her, my mom and my sister. The two gorgeous sluts were dressed similar. My mom was wearing tight, denim, high waisted shorts that displayed her ass and curvy hips, they were pulled-up high in a way that you could see the denim tight against her twat. My sister came dressed in super short spandex yoga shorts, tight ones that lifted her already firm butt into perfection. Both wore crop tops with their stomachs and matching naval piercings exposed. Images of my sister's sloppy pussy flashed in my head, my cock and balls both swelled. I stared at their bodies and let out a loud, desperate moan as my cage grew excruciatingly tight.
Part 3 to follow...

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2024.05.14 08:20 Brief_Technology_268 Help

HELP
What do you guys think?
From summer of 2023, I have not been feeling well physically with my body. I have been experiencing a lot of pain in my neck which is causing me to get dizzy and headaches when I do the simplest things and lower back pain which legs to some weakness in my legs. I was consistently going back and forth to the hospital to see what was going on with me but all I kept getting was different medication all the time mainly a medication called “ naproxen”. After a few months of using it every single day I noticed a lot of hair everywhere in my room when I was cleaning. I immediately stopped taking it because I was too worried that it would make be go completely bald. I feel like my hair has been getting worse and worse. My hair was always extremely thin and dense before any of that happened and I lost most in a span of a year without any hairgrowth. Its been over a year that this has happened. The hair that I still have left seems to look healthy but I am not sure why this is taking long to come back if its TE. I booked an appointment with a dermatologist but I am still waiting “Since January because it was booked through a family doctor ie. referral” By the way my hair does not look like this in normal lighting it looks ok as long as you are not too close to it to notice but if I run my hand through my hair you easily see how thin it is. I am still hoping to get an official doctor to check my scalp but I just wanted to see what some of you experts have to say. I appreciate you for reading this ❤️

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2024.05.14 08:17 Top_Sky_4731 Total Hysterectomy Questions

So I am about 75% sure I eventually want a total hysterectomy - uterus, ovaries, everything yeeted - but I have not begun to pursue anything yet with my doc because I’d like to be more sure than that before I do it. I’m a relatively healthy dude in my late 20s so I’m thinking I should probably pull the trigger sooner rather than later, because the older I get the longer and harder recovery is gonna be. I just have a few questions for people who have been through it.

What was recovery like? How long, how difficult, how painful?
Did you notice any additional physical changes after getting your ovaries removed? I’ve seen studies showing evidence that testosterone increases and estrogen decreases after oophorectomy and I’m honestly wondering if still having my ovaries is part of the reason I didn’t physically transition that much despite being 8 years on T (voice still gets me ma’amed on the phone and I look like a 16 year old boy ffs). For anyone that did notice changes after, how long had you been on T when you had the surgery and when did you see changes?
Did you feel better after? Worse? The same? Again, mostly wondering if the hormonal difference is significant enough to be noticeable, but also just in general - did it improve your life/mood/dysphoria/etc? My husband is also trans so I would not be doing it as a means of birth control and would be interested for the other benefits only.
Do you still take T? If you stopped taking it after the hysterectomy did you notice any difference in your mood/body/etc?
What was the process like getting approved for the surgery? How long did it take/what did you need to do? Did insurance cover it?

Any other input is also appreciated, I don’t know much at all about this since the only major surgery I’ve ever had was top and that only touched soft tissue.

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2024.05.14 08:07 Significant-Ad-7881 Furious it wasn’t even true

I (34F) am so furious at life and the United States health care system. Sorry if this is long. Back story I got my first period in 5th grade the pain was so bad a passed out. I bled so heavily my mom was so concerned she brought me to the hospital. They basically told her that I (an 11 year old girl) had heavy period and bad cramps because I was over weight (by 15lbs) and need to exercise more. I bled for 8-10 days every month after (and still do). Every month became torture the week leading up to my period I’d be in debilitating pain and when it finally came I would bleed so heavy I’d have to wear 3-4 pads at a time. I couldn’t go to school. By 9th grade I was missing 2 weeks of school every month. They were threatening to not pass me. Doctor after doctor. Gynecologist after gynecologist all just telling me I’m being dramatic, maybe I just don’t like school and I’m lying, I need to walk the pain off, one after the other. It was disgusting. I stopped eating because maybe if I was underweight they’d take me seriously. One doctor when I was 12 actually looked me in the face and said oh honey it’s a shame you aren’t older we could just put a baby in you that cures it. Like what?!?!? I’ve lived with that lie my whole life. I’ve had laparoscopy after laparoscopy, rounds of that prostate cancer shot twice ( which they totally lied about and said was the same as a birth control shot comparatively). I have been made to feel insane like I’m a liar that I am causing the pain to myself. Told I could never have kids. And yet I miraculously got pregnant on my own twice. While on birth control (cause they all stop working after a certain period of time) and that lie that little lie I’ve held on to the light at the end of the tunnel “oh if you have kids it’ll cure itself” it’s not true!!! I’ve been on constant continuous birth control since I was 12 years old. All of them. Because they stop working after a while. Well after my second son I developed hypertension and became a stroke risk in hypertensive crisis. The first thing they did was tell me I can never take birth control again. (Im not overweight this time so at least they can’t blame it on that) My husband got a vasectomy cool. But I forgot after two pregnancies and decades of birth control how bad it is. I’ve been off the birth control for about a year now and each month is filled with a new torture. The pain is excruciating and knocks me off my feet. I’ve now delivered two children and can 100% say I want to go back in time and kick the ass of all of those doctors and medical staff that were so horrible. The mental health and eating disorder issues could have all been avoided if maybe one person had taken me seriously. Sorry for the long rant. I’ve been holding this in for a long time. And also anyone has any suggestions I am all ears. I’m looking into maybe getting a hysterectomy but I heard even that’s not a guarantee?

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