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I naturally fell into babysitting around the age of 14. Through friends and family, I got leads for babysitting to score some cash, which definitely beat having to work at a restaurant. The job had its ups and downs, but overall it wasn’t a bad gig at all.
Yet, as many good experiences as I had, they were all eclipsed by one night.
A new family in town talked to my dad at work and it turned out that they needed a babysitter. I happily took the job and found myself watching their 10-year old boy a couple of weeks later. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the family themselves. They were the model citizens of suburban America, complete with the white picket fence and blue shutters. Nothing about their house was strange or even unique. Their son Avery was very mild-mannered and polite. Even their car was basic. Not that these were bad things, but I expected it to be a very boring night.
What I did not expect was the uncomfortable, inexplicable feeling that I got when I set foot in the house. A chill ran through me, but there was no draft. I rubbed my arms as I gazed at their staircase as we passed. They gave me a brief tour of the house before they left a note of instructions and all the usual information I expected from a job.
While trying to figure out what was making me so uneasy about the place, I noticed something about their basement door when I passed it. A padlock was placed on the door, along with a deadbolt in place.
"Any questions?” The father asked as my mind was pulled out of my curiosity.
"No, sir. Everything looks great!”
So they left and Avery and I played some games before I made dinner. A couple of times, I thought I heard Avery call me into the den. Both times, I found him sitting on the couch in what most recognize as the TV-zombie state. He denied having called me, and I went back to making dinner. After the third time, I told Avery it wasn’t funny and that he should stop.
“I’m not doing anything, I’m just watching TV!”
His voice went to that higher tone of pleading, sounding desperate for me to believe him.
“Avery, I know it’s my first time and sometimes you wanna test things out, but I’m trying to get dinner ready so if you call me again, I’m not checking on you, okay?”
“I didn't say anything.”
The child glared at the TV with a pouting face, and I began to feel bad. As many times as I’ve heard lies, I was starting to sense that he was telling the truth. So what was I hearing?
“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not mad. Promise.”
Avery turned his head back towards me, seeming to test if I was the one fibbing now.
“How about I let you stay up a little later if we forget about it?”
“Do you really promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
With our contractual pinkies interlocked, spirits were raised again and I was able to finish dinner. Although I didn’t finish without hearing Avery’s voice calling me once more. I ignored it, and when Avery didn’t mention it at dinner I figured it was him fooling around again. The whole time we chatted as we ate, I couldn’t help but feel that something was not right about this house.
As hard as I tried to not look, my eyes kept diverting to the heavy padlock and chain on the basement door. Curiosity got the best of me and as we were cleaning up, I couldn’t help but ask.
“So Avery, what’s the deal with the basement door?”
“What do you mean?”
His words did not match his demeanor. It was obvious he didn’t make eye contact as he forced his sentence out.
“C’mon, you know what I mean. The padlock, chain, and deadbolt. Y’all have dangerous chemicals down there?”
Avery’s face grew paler and he stared at the wall for a moment.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. I didn’t mean to…”
“Dad said no one can talk about it anymore.”
This really threw me off, and I couldn’t possibly finish my sentence now. A thick veil of tension materialized between us.
“So you…you guys aren’t allowed to talk about it?”
Avery shook his head.
“Ah, okay. That’s cool. No big deal.”
It was nothing but a big deal.
Was their dad doing something illegal down there? Or was it something strange that no one could do anything about it? Maybe their dad was in denial about something going on. There were waaaaaay too many questions going through my head now.
“Hey, how about we put on a movie?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“What am I saying? Everyone likes movies, right?!”
Now excited, we decided on a fun movie that quickly pulled our minds away from the mysterious basement door. Well, that’s not entirely true. Maybe Avery was distracted, but it was killing me. As we ate popcorn, I couldn’t help but watch Avery, wondering what was going on in that little head of his.
Was there something awful going on in the house and there was nothing I could do to stop it? Or maybe the dad was just…
“Stop,” I told myself inwardly.
Mulling over it all endlessly was not doing myself any favors.
So the movie ended, and I ushered the drifting child to his bed. Now, the house was all to myself until twelve, so I had a good three and a half hours to myself. Immediately, I began texting my friend to tell her all about the weird experience I was having that night. She dismissed it, saying that I was getting spooked by a new place. This annoyed me to no end. I’d been at bigger, way creepier-looking houses but never got weird vibes like this.
Then…I heard it.
“Stephanie…..”
I went instantly still and listened intently.
“You didn’t hear that, Steph. Just keep texting your friend and…”
“Stephanieeeee…”
There was no mistaking it this time. It was definitely coming from the basement.
The acoustics couldn’t have been from Avery upstairs. The voice sounded like a little girl’s. In fact, I’m not even sure he could make his voice like that, anyway.
Slowly, I stood up from the couch and approached the door. Maybe like earlier, I was just hearing things. Maybe being creeped out by the house was starting to mess with my head. That made sense…right?
“Stephanie?”
I jumped back from the door, almost wetting myself in the process. There was no way I could dismiss it as anything else now. There was a little girl’s voice coming from the basement.
“H-hello?” I responded.
I couldn’t keep my voice from shaking.
“Is this Stephanie?”
“Y-yes, it’s Stephanie.”
“Can you help me?”
“Who are you? Why are you locked in the basement?”
“My name is Meredith Rosenberg. They’re kept me locked up for a long time now. The police were almost on to them and that’s why they moved. Can you get me out?”
A cold shock washed over me and made it hard to respond. Was I actually babysitting for a family that kept a little girl prisoner?
“Oh my God…um….how long have you been locked up with them?”
“Ever since I can remember.”
I felt somehow hot and cold at the same time, and wanted to throw up. This all made sense now with what Avery had told me. Of course his father didn’t want him talking about the door…
“I just need to find the keys and I can…”
“They’re hidden in the garage underneath the metal shelf. It’s inside a magnetic key holder.”
“Okay, just hold tight.”
In a panic to free the poor girl, I darted into the garage and began feeling the space underneath the bottom shelf and sure enough, there was a magnetic key holder there. Running back, I popped the key holder open and began to insert the key into the padlock.
“Did you find it?”
“Yes, sweetie. I’m almost there!”
“Oh, please hurry! Sometimes they come home early!”
This sent me into even more of a rush, and I barely managed to fumble the key into the padlock. I finally heard the successful click of the padlock, pulled the chain off, and slid the deadbolt to the right.
“I’m coming, Meredith. Hold on!”
I turned the doorknob and threw open the door, only to be met with darkness. Now full of adrenaline, my hands felt around for the light switch. Finally finding my purchase, I flicked the light on which lit up most of the stairs.
“Meredith?” I called out.
Unless I was remembering it wrong, it sounded like her voice was just on the other side of the door a minute ago. In fact, it was quite strange that she wasn’t waiting for me at the top of the stairs. Wouldn’t you immediately run out of a basement that you were locked in for God knows how long?
“I’m down here!” The little girl’s voice called out.
Judging from the distance, it sounded like she was calling from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs. My brain suddenly began piecing all the details of this interaction together and the idea of going down into the basement became absolutely terrifying.
“Meredith, you can come up now! The door’s open!”
I couldn’t hide the tremor in my voice. Why I was scared of a little girl was beyond me, but much like the house itself, something felt very wrong here.
“I hurt my leg, owww! When you said you were getting the key, I went back down to get some of my things and got hurt. Ahhh….”
Her sounds of pain filled me with sorrow, but an invisible force was holding me back from taking another step into that basement.
“Can you move? Maybe pull yourself up on the railing?”
“I can’t! It hurts too bad!”
“Okay, sweetie umm…”
“What’s wrong? Won’t you help me?”
“I-I it’s just…really dark down there and…and I don’t want to get hurt too. Is there any way you can get to the stairs? Any way at all?”
“I tried to sit up, but my shoulder hurts too much.”
“I thought you said your leg got hurt?”
The words hung in the air like a noose. It was only after I said it that I realized there was several things seriously wrong about all of this. A question popped into my head I didn’t even have time to think about until now.
How did she know where the padlock key was?
A deathly silence took up the space between me and wherever this girl was. It was a standoff, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say. There were questions I could ask her to figure out what was happening, but I felt that her answers weren’t going to be honest. Perhaps at this point, the truth was too frightful to know.
"Meredith? Are you still there?"
It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing my mind could conjure. The additional silence only unnerved me, so I decided to try and get a better look. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I clicked on the flashlight. It didn’t do me any good because of the awful range, so I did the one thing I’d already told myself not to do…
I took a step forward...
Maybe it was the angle of the stairs or the lighting, but that one step gave me more information than I ever wanted to know. I caught a better view of the bottom step, which was essentially a ledge into a black abyss. Something looked different on this step, but it took a second to register what it was.
The step was wet, a pool of some unknown liquid overflowing into the darkness of the basement. I knew for sure that the father hadn’t mentioned any flooding so it would be way too random for that. So I stood there, watching in frozen curiosity as the puddle then suddenly rippled…and I realized the abominable truth.
It wasn’t water.
It was a puddle of saliva…and something was drooling into it from the dark.
A wretched chuckle emanated from the horrid void beyond the step, and it cemented me even further into place. It was a wet chortle, and positively evil.
“How did you like my voices?” The thing said from the dark. “I’ve been practicing."
The epiphany creeped down my spine…it was now talking in Avery’s voice. Everything in my body screamed at me to run. I heard the screams but I couldn’t respond no matter how hard I tried.
"A pity though…almost got you."
At this, the most gruesome face peeled back the shadows and revealed itself, along with its unearthly mandibles and small fountain of saliva. My faculties finally came to and I threw myself into the house and kicked the door closed. In mere seconds, I had the door bolted and chained. Leaning against the door, my chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.
Just as I felt I was safe, the door shuddered as a terrible blow rocked it. I screamed and ran upstairs to grab Avery.
I practically dragged the poor kid out the door and called the police. It wasn’t until the operator came on that I realized I was about to report a monster in the house. Thinking quickly, I told them that I heard a burglar in the home.
It wasn’t long before the police and Avery’s parents came home. Nothing was found, even in the basement, but I didn’t even care at that point. I just wanted the hell out of that house and away from whatever that….thing was. Avery’s parents kept glancing at me funny the whole time, probably because they knew I had their basement key. I shoved it into their hands before I hugged Avery and got into my car to drive home. That poor kid has to live in that house with that thing, but there was nothing I could do about it.
As long as I am alive, I will never….ever set foot in that house again.
And as for basements go, I can't go into them anymore. I just simply can't...

Hey! First time even seeing this subreddit as I've never had an issue with Garmin where I've needed help before. My friend has a Garmin Instinct watch like I do. However today her app completely signed her out saying that the watch color she bought is discontinued and no longer supported purely because of the color of the watch?? The model isn't being discontinued as I have the same watch just different color and have no issue signing onto mine. We have tried turning off/back on, uninstalling the app yet it now will just not open and stays stuck on a loading screen. I've tried googling but because she picked yellow sunburst which is not a popular color, I'm guessing, is why I haven't found anyone else with the same problem so far. What's odd is her watch will still get notifications like it connected but she can't use the Garmin app at all now to view her stats. Honestly baffled how this is even an issue. What does the color have to do with the software support not working purely because you're discontinuing that particular color?? Any help with this would be appreciated because the idea she can't use it anymore purely cus its color is no longer being sold anymore is absolutely insane to me and I need answers.

I 29f and my 31m partner have tried for a child for years. One ovarian ectopic and countless miscarriages later we had finally agreed on IVF. A few years back a doctor told us he was the issue with a very slight low count. We did a failed IUI, n continued to try. We planned to do Ivf after but he was always just weird and nervous about it. He then ended up getting someone else pregnant so clearly he wasn’t the problem and it was me. A little context I have been helping him raise his 11yr old since we got together in 2016. I love this boy like my own and always have even when things are said and comments are made to make it clear that I am not his bio mom. ( she lost custody and we have full custody she isn’t a good person). Needless to say I’ve been his mother for years. Then when my husband got the other woman pregnant I was devastated it was a really nasty situation. The baby is now 9months and on the days we have him I raise him like he is mine and I love him as such. But this doesn’t make the want for my own child go away… when I agreed to get back with my husband we had agreed we would do Ivf and he was ready and really wanted it. I was so happy n so ready I have hated myself and my body for not being able to produce a child naturally and with him have having one on me made it even harder. No matter the love I have for the child doesn’t make the pain of failing over n over easier. So when I came back we agreed to do it. N I was ecstatic and so ready for our journey. For the last few months we have been preparing for the process and I’m set to start my injections in 2 days. Well the last few days my husband has been being really weird about the money making comments about how he has two kids n he doesn’t really wanna do this. N how he doesn’t care that I haven’t been able to have kids that we have two already. He then is mad at me telling me that obviously him n the boys aren’t good enough n how would they feel about me wanting another kid acting like they aren’t enough. He then has been weird about paying any of the money ( we definitely can afford it) He then texts me today (he is out of town) and tells me how he thinks is paying the doctors is dumb and how I want this n he doesn’t care. My entire life I have wanted to be a mom when others had ambitions for their career my goal has always been to be a great mother and wife. I wish I would have never got my hopes up I don’t know what to do. I am hurting so bad inside n I feel so let down. He keeps claiming to understand how I feel but he clearly has no clue. The pain of feeling like a failure as a woman is so hard. Then when you have a chance n to have it ripped from under you again is even harder. I just really am so lost and don’t know what to do… any advice? Or anyone been through this?

I have been trying to get the Multi-thrust mastery for a few days now. Even though I am definitely completing the combo as focused hits, I've made zero progress on the mastery. Has anyone else had a similar issue, or have tips for how to complete it? I've tried both in town, in levels, and using my PS4 controller, mouse and keyboard, and just keyboard controls.

This is controversial because like everyone and their mothers say this book was their absolute fav in the series but…i just don’t…see it?
First of all, how did Juliette even think she would be most suitable to rule? I never got that. She was locked away for a lot of her life and had no experience, nor did anyone teach her.
I also didn’t like it because of how infuriating and aggravating Juliette and Adam were. They were both so closed minded and just did not even TRY to understand each other. People love to put all the hate on Adam but Juliette was being just as annoying. They both don’t deserve each other
Of course Adam should’ve respected the fact that he and Juliette were broken up, he just didn’t want to understand or accept those terms which was obviously annoying and delusional of him. And yes he should’ve tried to respect Juliette’s wishes to ally with Aaron and see the bigger picture because it’s war but…seriously, he was watching the girl he left everything, the girl he searched years for, fall for the guy who tortured him, shot him and strung him up in a slaughter house and her response is “i just can’t hate him and there’s no time to talk about personal feelings”very clearly dismissing and invalidating his feelings. The only time Adam really was able to make me dislike him was when he made Juliette touch Kenji, now THAT was uncalled for.
Juliette says she cares about people but she doesn’t, she really doesn’t. I understand she was locked up and abused her whole life so it would be easy for her to shift her attention and not care for others other than herself but…why does she act like she care then? At least Aaron admits he doesn’t care about anyone (except her) so i would understand why he is the way he is. If Juliette was empathetic, she would’ve at least tried to acknowledge Adam’s anger and hurt. Or even say that she condemns Aaron’s actions against him AND Kenji, because she so easily forgets that he also had her best friend tortured and beaten. Aaron had his reasons but obviously the others don’t know the reasons. They see him as evil and heartless. Adam reminds her of this constantly, expecting at least an acknowledgement from her but still nothing.
I also wonder why she didn’t ask Aaron about this?? She asked him about everything else, people who she hurt or he hurt that aren’t even important to her for example Jenkins and Seamus Fletcher. She asked about everyone except the guy who showed kindness to her when no one would? And about her best friend who he also had tortured too? I understand why Aaron would do it, but i would expect her to ask him because she literally BROKE through a steel door from how angry she was at the fact he would do that to Adam. So her not caring or asking was so strange. Yes she’s moving on and has been getting distant from Adam but that doesn’t mean you suddenly don’t care about previous events which almost caused him to die?
I really wonder what Kenji felt, because he seems to not express his inner emotions as much but the only reason why he’s trusting Juliette is cause of course she is his friend but also because he too wants to look at the bigger picture. He also seems to get pushed around a lot, and this seemed to be normal to him which is upsetting.
Then at one point she said Aaron had the right to watch her die because she simply rejected his love for her. And for Adam? “oh why did he treat me like that, he prefers that i’m dead, he wouldn’t do that if he loved me!”. Like yeah Adam’s behaviour was too much and low but do you not get why he acted the way he did !?
Anyways, I don’t know if i should continue and read the second trilogy 😭

So I've noticed that over the last in game week, every day between 2-5 Oak Resin are removed from my chest and are no where else to be found. I have not crafted anything that uses it in that time, it is in a chest so lightning is not the issue, and once I put more in the chest, the newly added oak Resin is completely gone the next day. I've seen other people post about this on various forums and I have never seen a response to why this is happening or a solution. Has anyone here found what the problem is? I haven't noticed this with other items but I'm watching closely now to see if it happens else where.
I've also tried moving the oak Resin to a different chest and it's happening in the second one as well. It's kinda frustrating because Oak Resin takes so long to stock up on. The only thing I can think of is using it to craft as soon as I get it, but I may not always have the other resources I need at the time.

This post may be a bit meandering, apologies in advance.
So I have not been actually diagnosed with GERD (or any other “official” named issue) but I started having symptoms of it a little over a year ago.
The most prominent is that I feel bloated very often and have to burp all the time. Burping feels like it should offer relief but it doesn’t seem to actually decrease the bloatiness much. I also will sometimes get random mild heart palpitations, and sometimes sharp pain in my left chest (I’ve had my heart and blood checked up and down, no issues, but it scares me still). I don’t get super bad burning but there is occasional mild heartburn. I’ve also had periods of time where I feel like my breathing is weirdly shallow or constricted, though if doesn’t make it actually harder to breathe or make me faint or anything—it feels almost as if my lungs are just smaller than before. But only sometimes.
I tried omeprazole, famotidine and Pepcid to no effect, same with diet changes. Then I tried Pantoprazole and it helped a lot. Been on it for some months now and it’s great but there is still a lot of variation in effectiveness.
This all started during my last semester of grad school so I suspect it may be stress induced.
I’m not asking anyone to try to diagnose me or something, but it’s odd to me that some of what I’ve been experiencing is very normal GERD stuff (e.g. burping and bloating) but some is not at all (e.g. lung weirdness and palpitations). Has anyone else experienced these latter issues with GERD? I’ve done a million tests and nothing wrong has been found except somewhat distended bowels so idk what would be causing these things.
Additionally, does anyone have advice for gas relief? I’ve been told that my bowels are a bit distended from gas buildup and obviously the bloating is that as well. The only thing that seems to exist to expel gas is simethocone and that does nothing for me.

Sorry this might be a little long. I tried to be as detailed as possible!
Hello! I am 20 years old and a female. I’m not very big on socializing and tend to be pretty introverted, not because I hate people but because it usually is exhausting for me. I try to look out for people and don’t like to tell anyone about my problems or feelings; I am also someone who cares a lot about people but doesn’t normally voice it, but would rather show it through gifts or acts of service. I like to pay attention to the details of things and people, and I often have a weird feeling that I can “predict” people or know how they will be/are… and so far, I’ve usually been right. I have a strong moral code and will always advocate for the underdog. I think deeply about things and tend to have a lot of empathy. I experience things and feel that I also think of things differently than most people. I have a hard time explaining my thoughts, but I’ll do my best!
I don’t have any kind of mental diagnosis that could affect my mental stability.
My upbringing was actually very positive. My family has been big on religion since I was born, but it’s something that I take comfort in and agree with. It brings purpose to my life and helps me to be the person I am. I have two parents who love me and take care of me, and younger siblings that I love dearly. I have cousins who double as my friends, aunts and uncles who have me over all the time, and grandparents that I love so, so much. Having many younger siblings did tend to get lonely at times, especially when they were younger, but it taught me independence and I do my best to take care of them. I count myself as extremely fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life.
As a job, I currently work as a barista. To be honest, I don’t really like it very much. My coworkers are very nice and I get along well with them, and I also like a lot of our regular customers, but my manager makes it a very toxic and negative environment that simply goes against my moral code. I also dislike the fact that most people that I see, I only see them in passing. I’d rather have few deep, meaningful connections that many shallow connections, if that makes any sense? I do enjoy the idea of getting to make people’s days, and I like to encourage the bashful people and love seeing sweet children, too! Both customers and coworkers tend to tell me personal stories, and I really enjoy getting to know them truly and seeing what makes them the way they are. I also tend to think sometimes that I feel a higher calling. I want to be somewhere truly helping people. I feel that I need to make a difference and positively influence people.
Spending an entire weekend by myself would be nice. I don’t NEED human contact, and can generally entertain myself without becoming bored. I do, however, find it a little depressing when it’s TOO quiet, especially since I grew up with my environment being everything but quiet. Normally, I like being near people, especially if I’m not even talking to them. Just sharing the space with someone is comforting enough for me! Overall, though, I do need to be alone frequently and tend to run away from life sometimes throughout the day. I would probably find a weekend alone to be really refreshing, so I could connect with myself and not other people.
I prefer activities where you work alone. I like to bake a lot, especially because it makes me happy when people enjoy the things I’ve made! I greatly enjoy sharing my food. I also like to read and can also write, as they both provide me with the an escape from reality at times. My favorite parts about both is understanding and connecting with the characters in the stories. If I have a favorite character, I like to think about what they think about and how they interact with the world. I feel like it’s something most people would find mundane, but I could do it all day! I enjoy being outdoors and connecting with nature, but I don’t particularly enjoy sports.
I tend to be very curious about many things. I like to know how people work. Not normally objects, but people. I find psychology to be extremely interesting, and could spend hours watching true crime investigations. If I see a stray cat, I wonder how it feels and what it has experienced. When I see a person who is upset, I wonder what happened to cause it and how I can help. I can normally tell quickly when something is wrong, and I am usually good at figuring out what I can do to help and am able to read people to understand the best ways to comfort them. It makes sense thinking that in my head, but writing it down sure makes it seem confusing!
Taking a leadership position is not my preferred route. If it falls down to me, I certainly would try hard to make sure the people working under me are happy. I’d rather make the people around my happy than the company itself. I’d like to be an advocate for their rights and happiness if anything was unfair, and I would like for us to be a “team” rather than simply a workplace. I’d like everyone to have fun at work and feel like friends and family. I know the world doesn’t work that way, but I can certainly dream, right?
In terms of coordination, I feel that I’m in the middle. I’d rather play video games than any kind of sport. I don’t have the best balance or coordination, and I don’t typically do things that involve having a good sense of either.
I feel that I am typically artistic, and have a great appreciation for art. I’m not great at drawing, but I like to write a lot. I also think it feels nice to express yourself through music. I’ve done pottery and would like to start learning to crochet. I enjoy looking at certain arts, such as music and books. My favorite art in terms of drawing is abstract art. I love thinking of the endless possibilities of what it could mean, and also wonder how the artist felt when drawing the piece.
The past doesn’t typically have meaning to me. I can be sentimental about certain things at times, but I typically focus my energy mostly on the future. I do things in my present life to prepare for the future, and I have a positive outlook on the future. I don’t like to think of the things that I find unpleasant now, because I believe in a good, happy future where the things that currently bother me will no longer be able to affect me.
I typically will jump at the opportunity to help someone, especially if they are in my family. I do my best to make people’s days, and I try to be of service as best as I can. I used to be unable to say “no”, but I have since learned to enforce boundaries and would never do something that goes against my moral code. If I have a lot on my plate and someone asks me to do something for them, I will typically tell them that I will help them when I can or if I have the time.
Logical consistency is something that I find important, but I wouldn’t mind making exceptions for certain things. I take comfort in knowing that certain outcomes will always remain the same, as I get nervous sometimes when things are unknown. Since I normally can predict what will happen with certain people or events based on prior experience, I find it both interesting and disturbing when the outcome is different.
Efficiency and productivity are not my top priorities, but I do find them important. I like to be efficient in the things I do, but I will not go out of my way to find the “best” way to do something. I like to stay a little productive so that I don’t feel as if I haven’t done anything, but I am perfectly fine with sitting around doing nothing, too. It’s peaceful. I don’t like being in a rush.
Controlling others is something I never do on purpose, but I will admit I can manipulate sometimes. I would never negatively impact someone on purpose, but I am able to manipulate a situation if I find something to be unfair. I’m especially able to do this with the way my mind sees connections between people and things, as well as the way I see into other people’s minds and understand their feelings and actions. It sounds scary but I promise, I mean no harm! :)
Hobbies I enjoy include baking, playing video games, watching videos, writing/reading, and just being around people! I like to share the things I bake, and video games are fun because I can enjoy them alone or with my family. Playing games and watching videos, whether alone or with others, is fun and stimulating for my brain in all the right ways! I much prefer to write over speak, as I feel I can convey things better and express myself through writing. Reading allows me to look into the minds of other people and I think it’s just so fun.
Learning environments are something I normally can adapt to. Whether a teacher is strict or laid back, I am normally able to perform the same way. I can understand each side and typically earn the favor of teachers no matter their teaching styles. I tend to thrive better in environments where things are on a straight path, but I do like to express myself through various pieces of writing when possible.
When I have a project, I would much prefer to start it quickly and finish it as soon as possible. I don’t typically “wing” anything, although I won’t be torn up if something doesn’t go exactly according to plan. I’d rather break things up into manageable tasks and prefer to work alone. I strategize pretty well, but for the most part, I use the strategy as a guideline and like to be creative here and there.
My aspirations are to connect with and help people. I feel a calling to do something and be somewhere that I can help people and understand them. I want to make a difference. I want to be a part of people’s passions and learn their dreams. I want to know the mundane things about them. I want to learn, but I mainly want to help.
I fear being left and not needed. I also fear being taken advantage of and manipulated. I feel that I need to work hard in order to compensate for these things. I also greatly fear having no one to turn to. Being alone is nice, but being lonely is my worst nightmare.
The highs in my life are when I can be around people who don’t drain me. That good feeling after someone tells you you’ve made their day. That feeling you get after you and your family beat the level of the game you’ve been working hard at. The feeling after you look around at your clean room. The feeling after you finally quit that toxic job, or the feeling after someone eats the food you’ve made them. For me, all of those things paired with thinking about and understanding someone’s thoughts and intentions make me happy. They stimulate my brain, and give me that “AHA!” moment.
Lows in my life typically include feeling helpless. I hate when you don’t know how to assist someone, or when all you can do is sit with them. I also hate when people are cruel for no reason. I advocate for justice according to my moral code and I stand up for people as well as what I feel is right. I hate when I think I could have done something better. When I’m upset, I become pessimistic and tend to isolate myself. I hate being stuck with individuals who are unfeeling, uncaring, or narcissistic.
I tend to daydream more than I partake in reality. I have a hard time focusing on what is in front of me, and I like to think more on the hypotheticals. I daydream and think in order to gain a deeper understanding of the world around me, but it causes me to miss some of the simple things right in front of me.
Being alone in a blank, empty room would cause me to think about a lot of things. I would probably think of how to improve myself. I might think of birthday gifts for people, or the next thing I want to cook. I could think of nostalgic things, or the problems I am currently facing in my life. I think I would mostly think on self improvement and the interactions I’ve seen between people.
Making decisions is sometimes hard for me. I normally will go with what my gut tells me, unless there is an obvious logical choice. I tend to be indecisive sometimes, and like to make decisions quickly so I don’t have to think about them anymore. I don’t normally second guess decisions I’ve made.
Emotions are a big part of my life. I like to understand people’s thoughts and feelings, sometimes to the point where I will neglect my own. My own emotions can take me time to understand, but I can read most other people easily. I base my responses to things on how others are feeling.
Agreeing with others just to keep a conversation going is something that I find untruthful. If something goes against my personal moral code, I will either leave or change the subject. I will always kindly stand up for what I believe to be right. I tend to choose my battles, but I will never agree with something that I don’t believe in my heart.
Rules, to me, are made to be followed. Sometimes, I don’t mind bending them a little bit, but I do feel that most people should follow rules the majority of the time. I feel that rules keep things in order and are an important structure in certain places and environments.

I'm not trying to ask a political question, but with everything going on in Israel right now, I thought it might be interesting to learn about if anyone has information to share. I figured there have probably been some statements from Benson and the like. I'm more interested in comments relating to the current state, not necessarily theological statements on the gathering or tribes.
Disclaimer: I recognize that this is a currently sensitive topic. Comments should be respectful and on topic.

I thought I would share my story here, because reading about everyone’s experiences has been so incredibly validating. So firstly; from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU everyone- in turn, I hope this helps someone, or that someone resonates with an experience, or adds to the collective consciousness of healing and realising that we deserve better. Because I need to believe that, I need to know this has been bad. I feel completely mental.
I’d like to start by saying this may not make sense and I’m a bit all over the shop rn and I apologise. And there are many, many things I could add to this that have added to the growing sadness and eggshell walking as the relationship went on, but I’ve tried to keep it small. I also want to say that you may be screaming at the screen wondering how I could be so stupid. And to that I say, me too. I am screaming at myself as well. As a 30-something year old woman, I acknowledge I was not the person I wanted to be in this situation. I wanted to be stronger.
I’m currently a couple of weeks out of my break up (or break up attempt 1 as I should probably put it, I’m still sending angry texts, receiving proclamations of love, wondering what if). I was with my nex (narcissistic ex) for nearly 7 years. We were meant to be getting married a week ago. For the last six months, my intuition had been telling me that a “friendship” he had with a coworker wasn’t right. This coworker was going through some stuff, and leant heavily on nex probably because he portrayed himself as a powerhouse at work who said whatever was on his mind and was always, always, always always right (newsflash he wasn’t). Nex has a saviour complex x1000 that I’d never let myself really think too hard about so he went hardcore “supporting her” and I sat on the sidelines thinking she needed that support. I won’t say anything about this girl but she’s not a girl’s girl. She’s a pick me. It kind of felt to me like- of course he’s not going to choose her, why would I worry about it. It’s too OBVIOUS. Like of course not? Look what we have.
Before this and during, Nex and I were planning on buying a house and were getting married (I was doing all the house saving, he had no idea about money but pretended he did, spent impulsively but was on a great salary, and I was doing all the wedding planning) and were planning on having a baby next year-ish. I had reached a point in my career that I was finally happy with, a career he said many shitty things about over our time together but it was the first thing he mentioned when talking to others and trying to impress. He had proposed at year 4 of the relationship (he always said he wouldn’t propose before 3 years because that’s how long his longest relationship was with his ex who he also cheated on). Red flag that yet again I ignored because I was different and this was different and I could change him and blah fucking blah.
Our relationship looked perfect. It really fucking did. I thought it was for a long time. I refused to think it wouldn’t be forever and wasn’t written in the stars. Behind the scenes, now I look back(ish) I realise I was struggling. I had raging PMS each month, often had depressive episodes that he would virtually ignore. I often struggled to watch movies where women had kind, funny and non reactive partners, I secretly envied my friends and their partners because they wouldn’t have to worry about what came out of their partner’s or their mouth next, or who their partner would fight with in the room, or how I would handle a public put down if he was in that mood or if I wasn’t handling myself perfectly. I walked on eggshells for years. I took his self aggrandising every day after work or sport as healthy self confidence. I was being slowly removed from my family as he argued with each one. He bragged about me and I felt like his trophy which I took as love and it gave me a false confidence I’d never had before when I was with him. When I spoke about him my inner voice said ‘wow, he really does sound great.’ His sister would often look at me and I felt like she always wanted to ask if I was really okay but I never let her. I had supported nex through addiction to weed/alcohol/substances of every kind (something I struggled to do because they have never been on my radar, just uninterested, and I was the bad person for that, I was the ‘child’ who wouldn’t immerse herself in the wonderful world of drugs), countless interpersonal issues at work and with his family, trying to support all sides, I had organised every home we had lived in, I organised cooking, cleaning, fun weekends, it was my goal to get him the most thoughtful and lovely presents I could find whenever I could. It was like it was my goal to be a fabulous girlfriend. I’m really not trying to pretend I’m perfect, but I can say 100% honestly that I put all I could into making him feel loved. He used to call me a unicorn, I guess because I just did whatever he wanted. However, I felt like I was going to bed in tears more often than anyone should. I got to the point where I wouldn’t put eye cream on because I knew I was just going to cry it off. Every Sunday morning I got a bit triggered by our local coffee shop because I always felt like that was where we were trying to pick up the pieces emotionally after fighting the night before over absolutely anything. I found this taxing, because never had I had such a tumultuous relationship with anyone before and I was wondering wtf was happening. He, on the other hand, often said how much he enjoyed conflict and he loved the feeling of anger. He said it to everyone and I always laughed it off. He said he was so good at handling people and he charmed so well, as he is incredibly good looking. He had issues with everyone - his bosses, his friends, his coworkers, his neighbours. We were in couples counselling after I couldn’t be yelled at anymore, and he had told a friend of ours that it was for me and not for him. I chose not to believe he said that because this friend had had issues with him too and I thought it might’ve been an attempt from them of triangulation. I believe them now. I’m so sorry to that friend. Two of his friends sent me messages on seperate occasions asking me if I was okay, that I didn’t have to put up with this.
Something I am proud of is that I, often, when I felt strong, and my brain worked, didn’t play along with his ego without a fight. I DID play devils advocate for the other person when he had yet another interpersonal issue. I DID call out his dogmatism. I DID expect more from him, that he didn’t have to yell CUNT or WHORE every time something went mildly wrong. However, there are times when I didn’t. And it was because I was just fucking exhausted.
Two/three months ago, and after I found a deleted phone call from the other woman that he lied to my face about, I started watching his find my iPhone which we had turned on when I went overseas a couple of years earlier but I’d forgotten about. It felt gross doing, I didn’t want to, but I also tried to justify it to myself by saying it’s my future, damn it, let’s see if I really am being ridiculous. One early morning while it was still dark, I felt him kiss me and say he was going to the gym. An hour later I woke up with an EERIE AS FUCK feeling and checked FMI. He was at her address. I called him and he didn’t pick up. I watched his car drive on FMI back to the gym and he conveniently called. I asked where he had been and he immediately gaslit me, said he was at the gym, FACETIMED ME TO SHOW ME and said that he couldn’t do my “jealousy” anymore. I broke down and told him I knew he had been at hers through FMI. He then started crying and said he visited her to call the friendship off “the right way” and that he told her that he cared for her but he had to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore and was too jealous. I bought it, as he never ever cried. I apologised. But from then on, my body was full of anxiety and pain. Life was on autopilot.
This happened a few other times. I had a weird feeling one afternoon on a Saturday when he said he was at the gym and had to pop into work to do some printing (not unusual). On autopilot, unable to feel emotions and probably looking completely mental, I got in my car, drove to the workplace, and saw both their cars outside. As I turned the corner to drive away, realising it HAD to be over now, you stupid bitch Charlie0987 it HAD to be over, I immediately got a call from him explaining away, can’t even remember what he said now. It’s not what you think, we have some important work to do that she can’t do alone, you’re jealous, she’s (the other woman) is angry that you even think anything is going on. I ended up apologising that night. Yep. However, at that point I did call off the wedding. I thought the wedding stress and money (literally, me fucking planning it, most of MY money) was the problem. I thought if we just eloped, we’d be okay. Calling everyone to call off the wedding while pretending to them and myself that it was all okay was fucked. I have no other way to describe it than completely and utterly fucked. He was then nice for a few days. I was heartbroken I couldn’t have the wedding I has envisioned, I didn’t let myself think of the love that was crashing down around me. Everyone asked me how the wedding planning was going, every day it was someone new. I had to pretend it was all fine and that we cancelled for financial reasons. It was hell. I will never again ask someone planning a wedding how the wedding planning is going until they bring it up with me.
All through this, I was supporting my friend with a very rare form of cancer (it doesn’t feel real typing this out, feels like some kind of shitty movie). I remember crying about it once on the couch and he said that my crying annoyed him, and that what the other woman had gone through was bad too. He said he didn’t want to have sex with me because I was too skinny (I was depressed and not eating) and cried too much and because I didn’t exercise and he was attracted to people that exercised (fair enough, but also fuck you). Still, through all this, I loved him, tried to be what he had loved about me for six years (compassionate and quiet) and told myself it was okay and it was a rough patch.
All through this, our couples counsellor was saying my attachment issue and abandonment issues was what was a huge part of the problem and that males and females have friendships and I needed to gtfo it. Like every human being I’m sure I have had fears of abandonment, and I do acknowledge I have relied on the safe feeling of men in the past. However, I NOW don’t think it was the main issue here. I don’t blame this counsellor if I’m honest, he was eating what was being fed to him by nex. And I wanted to believe it too. I was willing to work on myself and I was trying to see my anxiety for what I thought, and what I was being told, it was. Nex told me regularly when I asked him not to yell at me that I just didn’t understand real men.
A couple of weeks before D Day, nex asked for space to “miss me”. I went to my family, pretended he’d gone on a trip so I wouldn’t get asked why I was there, tried to show up for work, tried to be strong. I slept next to my wedding dress, still boxed. Those weeks were probably the worst weeks of my life. I didn’t know where he was, didn’t know who he was with, but we were still together, I didn’t eat, got medication to sleep, mindlessly partook in my hobbies to try to do the right thing and be the person he loved. He treated me like I was an annoying fly and either didn’t reply to messages or sent a few and then nothing. After four days of me barely eating and sleeping and looking like an emaciated ghost, I asked if I could come home (I loved our rental, it was such a safe space for me with my garden and my animals). He replied basically fine, and then for the rest of the week I was chastised for not giving enough space and that it wasn’t proper space. Couples counsellor agreed with him. A week later I said fuck it and went again, feeling a bit stronger this time. On day 3, I felt sick all day. I had a nap in the afternoon and felt dread. I had received no messages, but I messaged that I loved him that night. He love hearted it. I found out later he had been with her all day, but don’t worry, it was for a good reason he said. Intuition yet again picked that one up.
The next morning I got up, packed, and went home as it was our agreed upon day that I’d return. I said to him this is actually it, I can’t take this anymore. I am physically and mentally wrecked. It’s been six years. You’re a big boy. You’re either in it or you’re not. It was a big conversation, and we agreed that we would be in it together, the relationship was worth saving, and I would step back and agree to believe in his supportive friendship with this girl and no longer worry. He also agreed to tell me if he didn’t want to be together anymore, or if anything came up regarding this relationship with the girl. We set a date to elope for end of year. He went to the gym, and I remember saying to him I was so happy we’re choosing us. He kissed me and said me too. I felt elated and safe. I then re packed my bag, as I was taking my friend to her first cancer treatment the day after.
When he got back from the gym, he went to the shower. Now we had agreed with the couples counsellor not to check each others phones for a while. I had been okay with it, and didn’t have an issue leaving his phone. But once he got into the shower, my intuition, my chest, my body, SCREAMED at me to check his notes in his phone for the first time in weeks. I went into notes and found a text drafted to the other woman. It said something along the lines of “X and I have agreed to a break when she takes her friend to cancer treatment. I told her I wasn’t sexually attracted to her anymore but I was to you. I’m feeling so over it now she’s home, I want more space” plus some other awful stuff that I’ve buried down and can’t quite remember. At no point, ever, did we agree to a break. I dropped his phone, went into the bathroom, and told him I was leaving. I can’t remember much of the next few moments. I do remember he turned it on me for looking at his phone, then him crying. I remember screaming, screaming screaming at him. I had raised my voice hardly ever in our entire relationship so I can imagine that was a moment for him. But I just screamed. I asked if he was planning on trying to sleep with her when I was with my friend for radiation. He nodded. He blocked me from the door to “talk” and tried to grab me into a hug. I screamed and screamed. I put (the most random shit btw, a dress, some acne cream, a book??) some things into a bag and I got into the car, howling. And I sat there a moment and I STILL WONDERED IF I SHOULD LEAVE.
I STILL WONDERED IF I SHOULD LEAVE.
And I did. I drove away from our beautiful little secluded rental that I had poured my love into and was hoping to raise a baby in. I knew I couldn’t afford the rent alone but he can even with his pathetic spending habits and I can’t live in the place of our memories. I went to my family and fell apart. I’m not going to disclose further about my mental state or what happened but I got sent to be with other family for a couple of weeks in another state. He has been messaging me ever since. Promises of change, of moving away, of starting again, of selling a property that he bought before us and has sat doing nothing our entire relationship and was the reason we couldn’t buy our home, (frustrating that he reaps the reward of that now), saying he has blocked this other woman from his life (he still works with her and I refuse to believe he hasn’t had ongoing contact). Oh and on the day I drove to be with my family in another state, the universe decided to let my car meet her car, with him in it, at an intersection. He crouched down like the coward he is. She looked like a stunned mullet. I waved at her. I was hysterical. Can’t even remember it fully but I remember the feeling. That’s the love of my life in there with another woman. It. Was. Fucking. Hell. On. Earth. I still can’t believe that happened. What were actually the odds of that happening?
I’ve gone through so much anger towards her but I KNOW it’s misdirected. I’m slowly moving towards anger towards him. I haven’t messaged her telling her how my life has been destroyed and I won’t. I think she will thrive on it and she has a young kid who my heart bleeds for. And I have so much anger towards the series of events that had to happen in the first place and what feels like the wasted last 7 years of the best years of my life. I miss my home and my non-existent child and I miss arms around me. I miss him when he was nice. I hate that I don’t have what everyone else around me seems to have at this age, what I want so desperately. Please, please let me know I can get through this. Let me know I can’t go back. Please tell me this is abuse and it won’t get better because I am struggling to believe it. I’m also super fragile right now so if you want to say anything mean, just hold it for now and bring it to me later.
Love to you all. X

31 year old male here. Had a big anger outburst today, didn't last long but it was kind of in public
It had been a long day of running errands, painting and some carpentry etc and was tired, hungry and was ready to just go home,eat and rest. When I got home i parked the car on the side of the street, took a lot of stuff i had in the car and walked with it home, as I'm turning the key into my door i notice the bag with the paint i was holding, had a big hole in it and the damn tin of paint was completely open even though i made sure it was closed, it somehow opened on the way home. I was covered in paint, my shoes ,jeans and i looked back and there's a trail and puddles of white strong hard to get off paint on the driveway, sidewalk,street,all the way from my car. Which meant that there were several hours ahead of hard work, scrubbing,filling buckets of water multiple times to clean that shit up. I'm writing this post having cleaned most of it up several hours later. But that's not what i feel worst about. I completely lost it, i yelled ,i kicked stuff and threw stuff around in my apartment with the front door open and even yelled at my partner briefly. Some of the neighbours definitely heard and saw me throwing myself around, cursing as i frantically was trying to clean the paint off.
There's a lot of stress and pressure been going on for a while in my life. I feel I'm being pushed beyond my capabilities mentally at this point . Been overworking, overtraining and just been needing rest that I haven't been able to get. The frustrations have built up and this was just the last straw for me and i lost it.
I'm not excusing it. I completely hate myself for exploding and for being this way. I just wanted to write this post for anyone who has dealt with anger outbursts beyond their control and for you to know youre not alone
I used to hate my dad for His anger and anger outbursts, his were physically violent towards others i dont have that but i still throw myself around And have breakdowns
Now i have compassion for those that deal with anger because this shit is not a joke. You can be a good person, calm and cool most of the time and then be a monster in a matter of seconds and people can see you in that state and know you as an asshole , fear you etc
I dont want to be this way

Long story short, I've had such an awful time lately that I've been thinking that something must be going on with me. I came across BPD, but I didn't think it quite made sense because I don't have a fear of abandonment... or so I thought.
I don't know how I didn't see this sooner. I guess I just pushed these feelings down so deep that I couldn't even recognize them. So what do I mean exactly? Well, I've been hiding key parts of myself from everyone in my life because I'm afraid if they really knew who I am, they would leave me.
I have autism and adhd, and I never talk about it. I'm nonbinary and I NEVER tell ANYBODY. Not even my fiance. I figured we could get married, and I could just take this to the grave. I know that's so messed up. I'm ashamed of that, but I'm even more afraid that nobody will accept me.
The worst part of all of this is that I feel like I did it to myself.
Anyway, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong since I'm new to this sub. I'm just really going through it right now haha. If anyone has advice or kind words, I would appreciate it. Please don't tell me to just come out though. Believe me, I've tried SO hard to work up the courage.

Hello everyone! Our first meeting was a mild success, 2 have joined the fold, 1 plays guitar and some bass, and is a collaborative writer, also has video skills, ash-mcgonigal, the 2nd is a Producer, Video Editor&Director , Some keyboard work, goes by Casio, but is known here as u/Triiliant2413.
PLEASE MARK THIS SATURDAY IN YOUR CALENDAR!!!
We plan to meet again this coming Saturday, again beginning at 5pm, but this time we will try to take the sidewalk at The Casbah. DM or message here for any questions. We had a great time, despite the small turnout.
Anyone reading this and sound interested in an Artists Collective, focused on Music and Visual Art. DM me if you are interested, look for the guy in the beret, I’ll be standing by him.
For the 1st weeker-s and those that just missed the invite, just bring your ideas, take notes if u want, and we will have cocktails and figure out when we will begin and learn what everyone can do.
REMEMBER::: DM me with any questions, and I will respond as quickly as possible.
Rock & Roll!
—Kilgore Trout…..secret band guy & produceengineer.

I've been playing online for a few years now and have slowly been trying to get into the TCG. The problem is that there are not many game shops around me that have anything related to YuGiOh and also deck prices are absolutely insane. I've been trying to keep my spending down since I'm in college, but my decks(upgraded dark world structure deck and 3x fire king structure deck) really aren't that good, so I feel that even if I found a place that hosted locals, I would just lose every duel and it wouldn't be very fun. I just wanted to see if anyone has any opinions on what to do. Sorry if it's confusing.

hello. English is not my first language but i feel like i can express myself better with it for some reason so sorry for any mistakes or spanglish.
I (21f) was adopted by my overall great parents, had a great childhood until i was like 8 when my parents got divorced. My mom had been having some emotional desregulations since she got diagnosed with leuchemia while pregnant with my big brother seven years before i was born, my bro was born all good and she overcame the leuchemia but she started taking meds at that point i believe. I have always been protected from the whole situacion by my dad and my bro, who I owe so much, but im pretty sure after the divorce my mom just went kinda manic and was horrible abusing pills (sleeping pills i believe) and mixing them with alcohol. at the time beign 8 9 10 i just had no clue why everytime i saw my mom we were with her sister or her mom, my grandma, but now i believe its because she wasnt in a state to be left alone with me. i dont remember much for all those years, i didnt see my mom much. we reconnected when i was around 13 because she was "better" but she put me through some really horrible situations every time i saw her and now i can tell its because she was high or drunk. so it was like that for my teen years, she would be ok, i would visit her, maybe stay at her house, and the she would go sicko again. i learned to live wih it, I had my dad and was good with that cause its the only love i've always known i guess. I never had a great bond with her but we were "ok" fot my last years of high school, and then i moved away for university.
My relationship with her actually got better, basically because we saw each other once a year and called when i wanted to. She was better, or so i believed, until she visited me for the fisrt time 2 months after i moved. New city, didnt have any close friends or family nearby. That day was crazy, we went to the hairdresser and she left early because she was having an argument with her partner at the time, I went back to my apartment an hour maybe 2 after her and when I got there she was the drunkest i had ever seen her, also I was 18 so understood perfectly what was happening, i think thats the worst part. I tried to get her to go to sleep while i had my brother on the phone giving moral support (he has always had to take such a protective rol with me and act like an adult and the father of our mom.) but thats when it all just when to hell. my mom was talking shit to my like i didnt love her, never texted her and just talked to her when i needed money, and that i wasn`t her daughter since i wasn`t born from her, that my brother was his only child and the only one that gave a shit about her. and honestly after that day and situation was handled i stayed with that in my mind, i know what she said is horrible, maybe she didnt even mean it, but i think its right. i have never told her anything significant from my life because i honestly think i dont care about what she has to say about me, she didnt raise me, she just financially supported me, got on my good side with material things, apologise for all the shit she did with all that. and i think the only reason i still have contact with her is because of the money, im a student and i dont what my dad to have to support me alone when shes willing to help, i know she loves me and wants the best for me in her way but i just cant get over all the shit she has done. i also havent gone to therapy or talked in depth with anyone about it, i know thats what i should do.
Anyways, what lead me to finally write all this down is because today talking to her she told me she wanted to off herself last week. it hit me like a train. again, i dont know how to feel about my relationship with her, if i want to have any at all, but then she tells me this, that shes all alone and that no one loves her, I just cant not tell her that i love her and that im here for here. I know shes probably a narcissist, along with bipolar and any other diagnosis honestly.
So yeah, im in a pretty shit place with this so i wanted to get it off my chest, if anyone has any advice or comment im all ears.

I just performed the most recent Windows Update and it booted to a "Surface UEFI" information screen. If I "exit" and "Restart now" from there, I see the Windows logo flash a few times and then it gives me a "Boot Error" box with the message "Couldn't find a bootable operating system. Check the Boot configuration to try to fix this." I've googled that message and tried the troubleshooting steps, but that hasn't helped. The next option is to use a USB recovery drive. Has anyone else come across this? It was working just fine before the update.
Edit: I went to download the recovery USB and then another blue box popped up in front of the "Boot Error" box that said something to the effect of it was going to turn off due to inactivity. I Ignored it since I didn't care if it turned off. When I went back to it, it came on like normal as if it was just in sleep mode. I'm not sure what happened. Part of the troubleshooting was to hold the power key to force a restart, which didn't fix the problem. So, for right now, it seems fine. I'll update if it gives any more problems.

I got my Nexplanon replaced last month, 7days after my period ended. I had unprotected sex 2 days after the replacement. I'm now 5 days late for my period but 3 days ago I had a pinkish spotting that only lasted for a second then the next day there was nothing, today I've had brown discharge, so I started freaking out and took a pregnancy which was negative. I'm just confused and worried what is going on! Can the replacement Implant be messing up my period? I have tried to do search to see if anyone else has had this problem but found nothing! Does anyone have advise? I've never had a late period while being on this birth control!

I am a 33 yo M asking for advice in regards to my mother who is 53. We are living in Texas.
So as the title mentions my mother is currently in a complex living situation. As background, my mother was married and recently became divorced. He ex cheated on her, moved in with another woman, filed for divorce, and then remarried. My mother is not receiving spousal support or any legal aid. She has been trying to file for disability for sometime but the state has not gotten back to her. Initially she filed for disability for mental health concerns then she fell and broke her hip a few years ago. She has no insurance or social security. When she and my step dad separated she moved in with my grandfather who owned his home. Back in 2006/2007 he filed for a reverse mortgage behind everyone’s back. Now he has passed away in September 2023 and my mom is the only resident along with my younger brother. Neither of them are currently employed, my mother only has the money that my grandfather left her, and she is running out of time because the mortgage company has only given her the options of refinancing or selling.
Does anyone have any recommendations for a step forward in any direction? She mentions she has poor credit as a result of her prior marriage and I have good credit, but I do not have money/financial stability to pay the house or anything like that…

I 29f and my 31m partner have tried for a child for years. One ovarian ectopic and countless miscarriages later we had finally agreed on IVF. A few years back a doctor told us he was the issue with a very slight low count. We did a failed IUI, n continued to try. We planned to do Ivf after but he was always just weird and nervous about it. He then ended up getting someone else pregnant so clearly he wasn’t the problem and it was me. A little context I have been helping him raise his 11yr old since we got together in 2016. I love this boy like my own and always have even when things are said and comments are made to make it clear that I am not his bio mom. ( she lost custody and we have full custody she isn’t a good person). Needless to say I’ve been his mother for years. Then when my husband got the other woman pregnant I was devastated it was a really nasty situation. The baby is now 9months and on the days we have him I raise him like he is mine and I love him as such. But this doesn’t make the want for my own child go away… when I agreed to get back with my husband we had agreed we would do Ivf and he was ready and really wanted it. I was so happy n so ready I have hated myself and my body for not being able to produce a child naturally and with him have having one on me made it even harder. No matter the love I have for the child doesn’t make the pain of failing over n over easier. So when I came back we agreed to do it. N I was ecstatic and so ready for our journey. For the last few months we have been preparing for the process and I’m set to start my injections in 2 days. Well the last few days my husband has been being really weird about the money making comments about how he has two kids n he doesn’t really wanna do this. N how he doesn’t care that I haven’t been able to have kids that we have two already. He then is mad at me telling me that obviously him n the boys aren’t good enough n how would they feel about me wanting another kid acting like they aren’t enough. He then has been weird about paying any of the money ( we definitely can afford it) He then texts me today (he is out of town) and tells me how he thinks is paying the doctors is dumb and how I want this n he doesn’t care. My entire life I have wanted to be a mom when others had ambitions for their career my goal has always been to be a great mother and wife. I wish I would have never got my hopes up I don’t know what to do. I am hurting so bad inside n I feel so let down. He keeps claiming to understand how I feel but he clearly has no clue. The pain of feeling like a failure as a woman is so hard. Then when you have a chance n to have it ripped from under you again is even harder. I just really am so lost and don’t know what to do… any advice? Or anyone been through this?

This thought came across my mind a little while ago, and I haven’t been able to find anything on the subject. The only results that I have been able to find are dreaming within a coma, which does not answer my question at hand. That of which is; can getting trapped within a dream induce a coma?
Having only experienced my own state of dreaming, along with my own studies and research of the phenomenology of dreams, I have come across multiple reoccurring experiences that many have. Some examples being sleep paralysis, precognition, lucidity, being trapped, living a different life, inability to leave, etc… Lacking the schooling and resources, one is only able to learn so much by their self. However, there a few personal accounts that lead towards the direction of affirmation on this topic. Of the examples listed, most I have had some personal experience. The first being sleep paralysis
Not only have I met people who have experienced sleep paralysis, but I too have plenty experience with our bodies fun mechanic. First time I experienced it was probably around the age of 4-5. It didn’t occur too often after this, yet often enough for me to take notice of it. Usually it would occur falling asleep. Being an hard core insomniac, the only option I had for sleeping is tricking my body into thinking it was sleeping. This meant lying perfectly still, not moving, while relaxing muscles individually. Most of the time it wouldn’t work, or it work too good. This problem has always been with me, so it’s a normal routine. When I was younger though, I would always think It was a dream in which I couldn’t move so I’d usually try to move past it. Eventually anxiety took over for one of those times and I fought it to the bitter end. This always remind me of the coma patient stories that one tends to hear in these times. “I was awake the whole time but couldn’t respond or move”. “I could hear and understand everything, but I couldn’t get anyone to notice”. “I felt like I just had the longest dream, when did I fall asleep?”.
Statements such as these, help solidly my anxiety that you could be caught within a dream state and never know. The body would deceive the self, and the self would be helpless. Now I have also experienced waking up from a dream, into another dream. It’s happened a few times in my child hood, although the most traumatic experience was when I was 26. I had come to realize that I was in a dream and decided to wake up. I woke up in bed but something was wrong. The room, environment was still different. So I got up explored a little bit to confirm that was not my room. So I woke up again. Now into a different bed and another different room. I began to panic, made myself wake up, once again not the original room. This happened another 4-5 times before finally coming to to this reality. Lurching hard enough to throw myself off my bed, and drenched with sweat, it was safe to say that freaked me the fuck out. There’s many more experiences that I could tell, yet this clause has gone on long enough. So with all this in mind, it begs the question.
Could a dream induce a coma?

So, I’m an IT guy for a living and I love to tinker. I’ve been messing with my RG405m for about three weeks now. In that time, I’ve tried multiple things to get HDMI out running. Monitors with DP-over-USB-c, regular docking stations, straight cables, USBc-to-HDMI, etc… and nothing has worked.
I did some digging, and with GammaOS being based on LineageOS, it looks like there’s functionality built-in for DisplayLink. The reason none of these other things work is because the functionality / hardware just isn’t on the device. Using a DisplayLink adapter should, in theory, make this work when used in tandem with the DisplayLink Presenter app.
Anyway, I’ve got a DisplayLink dock at work that I’m going to try out tomorrow. If I get that to work, I’ll let everyone know, and then I’ll purchase a cheap DisplayLink USB-c to HDMI adapter from amazon and give that a shot. Just wondering if anyone else has gone down this rabbit hole before.

I've been trying for two days now to figure out how to get this car up to 300mph on a speed trap for the weekly challenge. Has anyone figured it out yet??