I (f, 25) have this friend (f, 26) that I’ve know since elementary. We didn’y begin to be friends until eighth grade, though. We went to different high schools, but still managed to grow our friendship and became best friends. When it came time for dating, she chose questionable guys. And anytime there was a new boyfriend, i felt pushed in the back, hardly talked to, and when we did hang out, he ALWAYS had to be there. It was hard to hide my hurtness, so rather than fight, i just kind of let it happen.
Everytime she’d get a new boyfriend, i saw her mentality hidden, and she would become a whole different person. It’s like she would take on the personality/persona of the boyfriend at the time. And each boyfriend, slowly started to not like me overtime (i would have the feeling but then after every break up, she would also confirm it and would say she didnt know why). She started dating one guy, and i would catch her telling little lies to me and started really questioning everything. One day, i caught her in a lie around these new friends (all friends of her boyfriend) and i kind of snapped and we got into an arguement and i finally told her i couldnt do it anymore. We went about a year or so of not communicating.
We eventually started hanging out again, and it was like going back to the beginning. I truly missed it. But then her energy would feel off. It was like she was always trying to one up me, or make me feel jealous about things that really meant nothing to me. With every boyfriend, it was like she would tell me all this stuff theyd do for her, and downplay my boyfriend (even when i knew she was always fighting with her boyfriends). She would go on and on about how so-and-so was so amazing, and then when i would talk about my boyfriend, it’s like she wasnt really listening. It’d always come back to her boyfriend. If i ever had anything to say, it was always her one upping me. And it was still, even as adults, could never have one-on-one time together. Her boyfriend at the time would always have to be there.
Anyway, she started dating someone new in say, 2019. He was older and very out of character for her. He seemed like the nicest boyfriend she’s had, actually. Again, she started morphing into him. They moved in together within a handful of months. I started dating someone in 2020. We went on trips together and hung out, the four of us, often. My relationship was thriving- i was in love, we did not fight, we were always laughing and having fun (we’re now getting married soon!) Anytime she’d see something he’d do to/for me, she’d point it out to her boyfriend and say “see! “So and so does that for her!” He seemed to get annoyed really quick. Their bad times really outshined their good. They dated for four years? And especially towards the end, it was nonstop fighting. I hated that for her, and would try to give advice.
I then found out he would dangle marriage and kids over her head. He planned proposals (once i was somewhat involved in, several times, from what i heard, that i didnt know about) and then over the littlest of things, he would say to her “you know, i was going to propose to you (tonight/this day coming up), but you just ruined it for both of us.” I was appalled. All she had ever wanted was to be a wife and mom. She has self image issues from being overweight and little confidence. I kept urging her to end it because not only was she miserable, but who does that to a person!!!? I even found out that he did try ending things a couple times, but she would fight him on it and theyd stay together (dont ask me why.)
So i distanced myself again. I tried urging her to get maybe a therapist for herself, or to talk to her parents… Or anyone for that matter. I couldn’t continue to lot her lifestyle and poor choices around myself, and I know she needed me, but I tried as much as I could to help, and it went left unheard. When I got engaged, my fiancé was hesitant to reach out to them, and invite them to the engagement party that happened the night of. He left it up to me, which was smart of him. I texted her the news (immediately) and told her to come out and celebrate with us, it took her a while to text me back, but she ended up declining it, saying that her boyfriend did not like the place that we were going to. I was beyond hurt their relationship ended up ending a couple months after that.
About a month after their relationship ended he got a new girlfriend and within a few weeks, the new girlfriend was pregnant. I knew that crushed her because that’s all my friend ever wanted after about a month of finding out that his new girlfriend was pregnant. She got a new boyfriend that she met on the Internet no no disrespect I know people find each other that way, but she told me that she was on the Internet looking for a roommate not a boyfriend. They ended up being friends with benefits and my fiancé, and I met him a couple months into their Situationship. We both couldn’t believe how much him and the old boyfriend had in common. They were basically the same person except he is in his 30s and has five young kids.
Me and my friend basically drifted apart again, and from what I saw on line, she was basically taking over as a mother for these kids. I didn’t know that they were dating until the fall.
I just saw online this morning that he proposed to her yesterday, less than a year or knowing each othedating. I am happy for her, but my heart kind of sunk because the one time that I met him a year ago, I saw the same patterns of her, losing her self, and slowly morphing into him.
No, my wedding shower is next week. I invited her because I knew that if I didn’t, she would come after me. I am inviting her parents and her to the wedding in a couple months. I had no intention of inviting her boyfriend because I only met him once and I know nothing about him. As shitty as it sounds, I was going to invite her to the wedding and then kind of cut ties. She is no longer somebody that I want or feel comfortable in my life. I know that her now fiance not being invited will cause another issue. I almost look at is as a blessing in disguise.
Shes told me countless times that id be her maid of honor (half because her sister distanced herself from her years ago because my friend (and ex boyfriend) both talked to and treated her poorly, and because from what i knew, was her only real friend. I dont feel comfortable standing up next to something that i know nothing about. After all the years of me and my life/accomplishments being diminished… I feel we arent even friends.
I guess… How do i go about this?

It's always "soon". I'll get my laparoscopy"soon" but soon has always been a source of false hope in this. I should've been fine a long time ago. I don't know how long I can go on waiting, treading water, struggling to pay my lease, struggling to keep the shop open during the hours I'm supposed to be there, struggling to get up, walk around, and do basic tasks.
I don't know how many times I can hear my explanations of my own body and feelings denied. I don't know how many times I can tolerate being asked "Oh, what about your nutrition? Are you seeing a GI doctor? Working on constipation? Getting exercise?" Like no, dude, my organs are stuck together. I'll eat healthy when a salad or bag of green beans stops being a ticket to a day in the restroom.
Nobody I go to understands the full picture, and whoever cuts me open is either gonna miss something important or damage me and make my life even worse. I'm literally putting my life in these people's hands, when none of them fully understand what's wrong with me to the extent that I do. It's ileus caused by adhesions, and it's pudendal neuralgia, likely worsened by the same thing. Nobody is willing to believe both at the same time.
I'm super screwed, stuck spending hours each day back and forth to the bathroom, pushing on my stomach to release gas and other things that get stuck. Often, I have to close my shop early, or make heavy use of my "Be right back!" sign. I'm not rich, I have nothing to fall back on beyond the nasty decaying house I live in with my parents. I hate it there so much, man.
It's all so terrifying. Sure, I have a laparoscopy coming up, but what if this has to be cancelled like last time? What if it doesn't fix me and I have to find another doctor and go through all of this again and again? I don't know how to exist like this. It's like I'm holding my own place in line, babysitting what I set up when I wasn't so affected by my body acting up. I can't do this much longer without it all just collapsing, and of course, there's no financial assistance for whatever nonsense I'm going through.
Most nights, my boyfriend is there to comfort me, but I can't have him every night. He has a life. Still, I hate being here alone and hungry on the floor, and, conversely, I hate being seen by him when I'm in this state. At this phase in my life, there is nowhere for me to exist without feeling like I'm horribly lacking in something. I am always disgusting, trapped, misunderstood, neglected, needy, and falling behind.

TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.
My boyfriend (21M) and I (20F) have been together for nearly 3 years. For 2 years, we were long distance. In August 2023 is when we closed the distance and began living with each other in real life. Last week, the week of May 5th, is when this situation begun.
We frequently took edibles (weed) as part of our routine. Last Tuesday, he did just that - and while he was high, he started to get curious about his parents' finances. He began to text both his mother and father, asking questions about what they've saved up for their retirement. His mom seemed to be dodging his questions a lot, but eventually she told him that she estimated that both she and his father would have around 10-13 million after retirement. Not only this, but she also both implied and outright confirmed that my boyfriend would be inheriting this large amount of money after they pass away. This quickly unlocked a hyperfixation for him, and we began to talk about it together. It's all we talked about for that week, because we thought, why is this something that his mother would lie about? There's absolutely no understandable reason that she would have to lie about this. I should mention that, after Tuesday, he did not take any more edibles or substances, though regardless I feel that weed may have partially played a role in why this happened.
Throughout the week, as he was delving into this hyperfixation, his behavior began to change. I didn't truly notice it at the time, and just thought he was very reasonably acting a bit odd and excited because, this was a life changing thing that was presumably happening for the both of us. I didn't think to question his mother's statement. Me being passive to his behavior and not suspicious of his mother's statement and behavior is something I feel I am to blame for, because it turned out to be a slowly building manic episode. On Friday, May 10th, is when we found out that the 10-13 million inheritance was a lie. He was distraught - absolutely broken. Something snapped in him after that day.
On Saturday, he woke me up at 6-7 am. I suspect that he may not have slept Friday night into Saturday morning. He reassured me that he would be okay, we would both be okay after this, that we would get over it and be able to focus on something else. But very quickly throughout Saturday his behavior shifted drastically, and it turned into a full blown manic episode. For the entire first half of the day, he paced around our apartment, glued to his phone, spamming everyone in his life about the thoughts he had been having. It's normal for him to be on his phone a lot, so I didn't question this. I regret it so much, I should have noticed the signs. It's difficult for me to convey what exactly his thoughts were or what his hyperfixation was, because most of it didn't truly make sense, but the short version of it is that since the inheritance wasn't real, he began to hyperfixate on starting a business from the ground up with both me and his friends. It spiraled from there.
In the evening is when his behavior began to become violent and increasingly more erratic. He began to direct his frustration and anger towards me, starting to hyperfixate on me and our relationship, blaming me for the entire situation. We've had a difficult relationship, but we've always managed to come back full circle either way. He became paranoid of me, believed that I could hurt him, and so much more. It broke my heart. It's more than I can convey into words. Saturday evening into Sunday morning I stayed up all night with him, trying to handle the situation as best as I could, but it only got worse. Eventually, his parents arrived at our apartment. He's always had apprehensions about introducing me to his parents for multiple reasons, especially including the fact that we met online. He believed that they wouldn't understand it, and he didn't have a close relationship with his parents to begin with at all. It sucks that I could only meet them as this situation was going down.
Sunday, May 12th, is when his parents took him to the emergency room. It is only just yesterday that he was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. I'm heartbroken. I'm keeping in contact with his mother, but I haven't gotten many updates from her besides the fact that he's in a hospital and that they're waiting to hear from the doctor. Based on what I've seen with his behavior and researched, it seems that his manic episode eventually turned into a psychotic break. I also suspect that he may have bipolar 1 disorder. I'm not a doctor, but it matches up with everything that I've seen, and I'm devastated. It was horrible. His mother has bipolar disorder, though im not sure what type - though my partner did mention that his mother would have occasional manic episodes.
It's been two days since he's been gone. All I've been doing is grieving. I've eaten very little, all I've been doing is crying, and everything in our apartment reminds me of him. It's incredibly painful to be here without him because we spent all of our time together. I'm also worried about him being in the hospital itself - I don't want him to be mistreated by others or misdiagnosed. Psych hospitals can be very hit or miss, and it terrifies me. It's possible that he could be there for several weeks at the very least given how severe his mental state was. I just don't know what to do, or what this means for us in the future. He hasn't even gotten a diagnosis yet, from what I know. I just feel like I'm being kept in the dark. I don't know anything about what's happening at all. I just want him to be okay. How can I get through this? I don't think I can get through this. What happens when he gets back? Is he gonna be okay? Have any of you experienced what it's like to be kept in a psych hospital? I don't know what to do with myself when he comes back, I don't know how to support myself in the mean time, and I don't know what this means for us or for our relationship. I'm so, so scared. I'm terrified. I love him so much, I just want him to be okay.
I don't have many people around me to support me, so posting here has been my last resort. I feel awful, I feel horrible, I feel like this is all my fault. I feel like if I saw the signs earlier, I could've prevented this, I could've grounded him, I could've brought him down from where he was headed. I don't know what exact mental illness he has yet, I can only assume based on what I've seen. But, has anyone ever been in a similar situation like this? What do I do with myself? I know he's getting the help that he needs, but I can't help but worry for him. I feel super isolated and alone and anxious in our apartment. It's empty here without him, incredibly empty.
If you've read this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It means more to me than you know. So, once more, TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.

TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.
My boyfriend (21M) and I (20F) have been together for nearly 3 years. For 2 years, we were long distance. In August 2023 is when we closed the distance and began living with each other in real life. Last week, the week of May 5th, is when this situation begun.
We frequently took edibles (weed) as part of our routine. Last Tuesday, he did just that - and while he was high, he started to get curious about his parents' finances. He began to text both his mother and father, asking questions about what they've saved up for their retirement. His mom seemed to be dodging his questions a lot, but eventually she told him that she estimated that both she and his father would have around 10-13 million after retirement. Not only this, but she also both implied and outright confirmed that my boyfriend would be inheriting this large amount of money after they pass away. This quickly unlocked a hyperfixation for him, and we began to talk about it together. It's all we talked about for that week, because we thought, why is this something that his mother would lie about? There's absolutely no understandable reason that she would have to lie about this. I should mention that, after Tuesday, he did not take any more edibles or substances, though regardless I feel that weed may have partially played a role in why this happened.
Throughout the week, as he was delving into this hyperfixation, his behavior began to change. I didn't truly notice it at the time, and just thought he was very reasonably acting a bit odd and excited because, this was a life changing thing that was presumably happening for the both of us. I didn't think to question his mother's statement. Me being passive to his behavior and not suspicious of his mother's statement and behavior is something I feel I am to blame for, because it turned out to be a slowly building manic episode. On Friday, May 10th, is when we found out that the 10-13 million inheritance was a lie. He was distraught - absolutely broken. Something snapped in him after that day.
On Saturday, he woke me up at 6-7 am. I suspect that he may not have slept Friday night into Saturday morning. He reassured me that he would be okay, we would both be okay after this, that we would get over it and be able to focus on something else. But very quickly throughout Saturday his behavior shifted drastically, and it turned into a full blown manic episode. For the entire first half of the day, he paced around our apartment, glued to his phone, spamming everyone in his life about the thoughts he had been having. It's normal for him to be on his phone a lot, so I didn't question this. I regret it so much, I should have noticed the signs. It's difficult for me to convey what exactly his thoughts were or what his hyperfixation was, because most of it didn't truly make sense, but the short version of it is that since the inheritance wasn't real, he began to hyperfixate on starting a business from the ground up with both me and his friends. It spiraled from there.
In the evening is when his behavior began to become violent and increasingly more erratic. He began to direct his frustration and anger towards me, starting to hyperfixate on me and our relationship, blaming me for the entire situation. We've had a difficult relationship, but we've always managed to come back full circle either way. He became paranoid of me, believed that I could hurt him, and so much more. It broke my heart. It's more than I can convey into words. Saturday evening into Sunday morning I stayed up all night with him, trying to handle the situation as best as I could, but it only got worse. Eventually, his parents arrived at our apartment. He's always had apprehensions about introducing me to his parents for multiple reasons, especially including the fact that we met online. He believed that they wouldn't understand it, and he didn't have a close relationship with his parents to begin with at all. It sucks that I could only meet them as this situation was going down.
Sunday, May 12th, is when his parents took him to the emergency room. It is only just yesterday that he was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. I'm heartbroken. I'm keeping in contact with his mother, but I haven't gotten many updates from her besides the fact that he's in a hospital and that they're waiting to hear from the doctor. Based on what I've seen with his behavior and researched, it seems that his manic episode eventually turned into a psychotic break. I also suspect that he may have bipolar 1 disorder. I'm not a doctor, but it matches up with everything that I've seen, and I'm devastated. It was horrible. His mother has bipolar disorder, though im not sure what type - though my partner did mention that his mother would have occasional manic episodes.
It's been two days since he's been gone. All I've been doing is grieving. I've eaten very little, all I've been doing is crying, and everything in our apartment reminds me of him. It's incredibly painful to be here without him because we spent all of our time together. I'm also worried about him being in the hospital itself - I don't want him to be mistreated by others or misdiagnosed. Psych hospitals can be very hit or miss, and it terrifies me. It's possible that he could be there for several weeks at the very least given how severe his mental state was. I just don't know what to do, or what this means for us in the future. He hasn't even gotten a diagnosis yet, from what I know. I just feel like I'm being kept in the dark. I don't know anything about what's happening at all. I just want him to be okay. How can I get through this? I don't think I can get through this. What happens when he gets back? Is he gonna be okay? Have any of you experienced what it's like to be kept in a psych hospital? I don't know what to do with myself when he comes back, I don't know how to support myself in the mean time, and I don't know what this means for us or for our relationship. I'm so, so scared. I'm terrified. I love him so much, I just want him to be okay.
I don't have many people around me to support me, so posting here has been my last resort. I feel awful, I feel horrible, I feel like this is all my fault. I feel like if I saw the signs earlier, I could've prevented this, I could've grounded him, I could've brought him down from where he was headed. I don't know what exact mental illness he has yet, I can only assume based on what I've seen. But, has anyone ever been in a similar situation like this? What do I do with myself? I know he's getting the help that he needs, but I can't help but worry for him. I feel super isolated and alone and anxious in our apartment. It's empty here without him, incredibly empty.
If you've read this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It means more to me than you know. So, once more, TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.

I am 20F, and a college student. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder the day I turned 18, and have been treated for it since I was 15 (my dad has it and I’ve always shown symptoms). I have been taking my meds for 5 years (lamictal, latuda, prozac). As a bit of a backstory… my first suicide attempt was last November, after my birthday. It was in response to my then abuse boyfriend breaking up with me. I took my entire bottle of Prozac and overdosed (I was told by doctors if I would’ve taken 10 more, I wouldve died).
Ever since, my life has not been the same. I quite literally can not function without my boyfriend, I don’t miss him, I miss the stability I had for two years of my life. EVERYTHING is different now. Every. Single. Thing. Waking up in the morning is my daily reminder that my suicide attempt failed. It’s humiliating.
In the start of 2024 in college I was introduced to cocaine for the first time. It was a social thing, but later became a daily thing. I got laced with fentanyl because I wasn’t careful, and ended up hospitalized. (I was fine within a few hours, just throwing up and rejecting the drugs in my system). My parents obviously found out through hospital bills, and they dragged me out of school immediately, made me come home, and demanded rehab. I somehow begged them out of it, given I don’t think I have an addiction. It was two weeks I was clean, now im back to using everyday. I can live without it, but knowing it makes me feel better, I use it. I’m trying so hard to not purchase any again, and just finish the bag I have.
I am unmedicated (for the absolut first time in my life) and struggling so badly. My parents want rehab, but I am fucking terrified. I’ve always been better at figuring things out by myself. I’m having issues with self esteem and boys. Ever since my ex and I broke up, everything has just been fucked.
I am so incredibly suicidal. To me, cocaine is better than death. That’s a shitty mindset, I know, but to me it’s true. I am in college for english and have dreamt of being an author since I was a toddler. For the first time in my life, I don’t care about my dreams.
Another HUGE issue I am fighting is the feeling that no one will ever love me. Boys are assholes, I just always seem to get entangled with the wrong ones. I don’t deserve to be loved. It’s just all I have ever wanted.
I don’t recognize myself. I am such a good person. I love people so deeply. But I am disgusted with who I have become. I’m stuck between wanting my old self back, and just wanting to end my suffering. I don’t have any plans or anything, but suicide is all I think about.
I don’t know what to do with my life. I feel like it’s over. If anyone relates to even the tiniest part of this, please comment. I’m truly at a loss.

Disclaimer: I am not a financial advisor, this is not financial advice. I do not have any affiliation with any financial group or company. I am an individual retail investor that holds a significant number of shares in $ICU.
This was a decent filing. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. My sentiment turns slightly more bullish based on the info I read and my interpretation. I will detail that below.
Cash position: Cash burn improved this quarter compared to the same quarter in 2023. We are burning $613,000 less cash. Overall, the balance sheet has significantly improved. We used a large part of the $9 million offering to clear some big debts and liabilities. Kudos to David A. Green, our CFO. Our loss per share has decreased from 54 cents lost per share to 19 cents lost per share. We didn't beat earnings estimate, but who cares about one missed earnings in the long run, especially when talking about that much improvement over a 1 year period.
We currently have $5 million in hand on cash, and it looks like we should anticipate cash burn over the next quarter of approximately $3.95 million. This isn't great, but this is also a pretty damn small number to overcome with revenue. Consider the stated cost of the Quellimmune device, $10k per unit. Some very simple math that ignores a lot of other variables means 395 units sold gets us to break even on cash flow. I'll be honest, this is almost enough to hope to think we might be able to beat a reverse split. If the timeline wasn't so damn tight, anyway. However, additional extensions are possible and improving our cash position like this certainly helps.

U.S. pediatric patient population estimated at 4,000 annually

Okay, you can't tell me that this doesn't get you a little bit excited, right? A market share of 4000 annually, we only need to sell ~395 units/quarter to break even on quarterly cash flow, and we are the ONLY company that has a product that treats this population.
Commercialization: I'm not thrilled with the stated progress here, but I think that may be due to my own impatience. To date, we don't know how many, if any, units have been sold. All the signs are pointing to zero units sold.

As we guided in late February, we expect initial sales in the coming weeks

As u/Master_inside4685 pointed out, this statement was technically made in March, so the timeline of what "in the coming weeks" means isn't clear. It could refer to weeks that we are now past, it could also mean a couple weeks from today. I'd like more clear communication on this.
Generally though, let us remember that FDA approval was given in February. That was only 3 months ago. Nuwellis has the sales team in place and an exclusive contract to commercialize the product. They will certainly take some profit off the top for themselves, but I am confident that they are prepared to move product quickly. It isn't clear why that hasn't happened yet, but I digress, I already dug into that above.
Adult product trials: Adult trials have not begun. Patients are still enrolling, see the quote below.

The NEUTRALIZE-AKI trial is expected to enroll up to 200 patients at up to 30 U.S. medical centers.

Keyword here is expected. This indicates what I stated above.

The Company expects to receive regulatory approval under a Premarket Approval (PMA) application for the SCD-ADULT in the second half of 2025 and to launch the product in the first half of 2026.

This is your big catalyst right here. Mark this down. I've said it a few times now, the long term bullishness comes from the adult device and the market share for that device. July 2025 to July 2026.
That's all I have for now. Don't forget to review the DEF14/A prior to voting. Deadline is June 4th. I recommend reaching out to your brokerage's customer service team if you have yet to receive your proxy vote information.

For a little context I’m a huge animal lover and my pet keep me sane for the most part. I’m back at my parents house for the summer until college starts again and I’m pretty lonely up here and my cats really help me.
My family let my cats out a lot of the time and growing up they always have. Ive lost many cats due to this. My favorite cat while I was at college was let out and came back with a limp for several months. Since being back Ive watched my family let him out despite what happened. I was even told another one of my cats went missing for TWO days… and they still let him out. This all stresses me out because I live in an area where there is a tick problem and some kind of big cat was spotted in my neighborhood at one point. My family cannot afford vet bills so I rightfully want to keep them inside.. and even now my Mom’s dog is having some kind of stomach issue. I mention it to my her and she does not care!!
I plan on taking my cats in when I can get a place with my boyfriend, but that won’t be for awhile now. I’m just so tried of being angry and stressed about all this and it’s really hurting me mentally and physically. Ive tried to talk to my family they always say they will comply, but they never do.
I feel so bad for getting upset at my family too. They really love me. It's really hard to love them back when they act this way and have strong hateful views on certain things. Srry I'm just a mess rn :(

TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.
My boyfriend (21M) and I (20F) have been together for nearly 3 years. For 2 years, we were long distance. In August 2023 is when we closed the distance and began living with each other in real life. Last week, the week of May 5th, is when this situation begun.
We frequently took edibles (weed) as part of our routine. Last Tuesday, he did just that - and while he was high, he started to get curious about his parents' finances. He began to text both his mother and father, asking questions about what they've saved up for their retirement. His mom seemed to be dodging his questions a lot, but eventually she told him that she estimated that both she and his father would have around 10-13 million after retirement. Not only this, but she also both implied and outright confirmed that my boyfriend would be inheriting this large amount of money after they pass away. This quickly unlocked a hyperfixation for him, and we began to talk about it together. It's all we talked about for that week, because we thought, why is this something that his mother would lie about? There's absolutely no understandable reason that she would have to lie about this. I should mention that, after Tuesday, he did not take any more edibles or substances, though regardless I feel that weed may have partially played a role in why this happened.
Throughout the week, as he was delving into this hyperfixation, his behavior began to change. I didn't truly notice it at the time, and just thought he was very reasonably acting a bit odd and excited because, this was a life changing thing that was presumably happening for the both of us. I didn't think to question his mother's statement. Me being passive to his behavior and not suspicious of his mother's statement and behavior is something I feel I am to blame for, because it turned out to be a slowly building manic episode. On Friday, May 10th, is when we found out that the 10-13 million inheritance was a lie. He was distraught - absolutely broken. Something snapped in him after that day.
On Saturday, he woke me up at 6-7 am. I suspect that he may not have slept Friday night into Saturday morning. He reassured me that he would be okay, we would both be okay after this, that we would get over it and be able to focus on something else. But very quickly throughout Saturday his behavior shifted drastically, and it turned into a full blown manic episode. For the entire first half of the day, he paced around our apartment, glued to his phone, spamming everyone in his life about the thoughts he had been having. It's normal for him to be on his phone a lot, so I didn't question this. I regret it so much, I should have noticed the signs. It's difficult for me to convey what exactly his thoughts were or what his hyperfixation was, because most of it didn't truly make sense, but the short version of it is that since the inheritance wasn't real, he began to hyperfixate on starting a business from the ground up with both me and his friends. It spiraled from there.
In the evening is when his behavior began to become violent and increasingly more erratic. He began to direct his frustration and anger towards me, starting to hyperfixate on me and our relationship, blaming me for the entire situation. We've had a difficult relationship, but we've always managed to come back full circle either way. He became paranoid of me, believed that I could hurt him, and so much more. It broke my heart. It's more than I can convey into words. Saturday evening into Sunday morning I stayed up all night with him, trying to handle the situation as best as I could, but it only got worse. Eventually, his parents arrived at our apartment. He's always had apprehensions about introducing me to his parents for multiple reasons, especially including the fact that we met online. He believed that they wouldn't understand it, and he didn't have a close relationship with his parents to begin with at all. It sucks that I could only meet them as this situation was going down.
Sunday, May 12th, is when his parents took him to the emergency room. It is only just yesterday that he was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. I'm heartbroken. I'm keeping in contact with his mother, but I haven't gotten many updates from her besides the fact that he's in a hospital and that they're waiting to hear from the doctor. Based on what I've seen with his behavior and researched, it seems that his manic episode eventually turned into a psychotic break. I also suspect that he may have bipolar 1 disorder. I'm not a doctor, but it matches up with everything that I've seen, and I'm devastated. It was horrible. His mother has bipolar disorder, though im not sure what type - though my partner did mention that his mother would have occasional manic episodes.
It's been two days since he's been gone. All I've been doing is grieving. I've eaten very little, all I've been doing is crying, and everything in our apartment reminds me of him. It's incredibly painful to be here without him because we spent all of our time together. I'm also worried about him being in the hospital itself - I don't want him to be mistreated by others or misdiagnosed. Psych hospitals can be very hit or miss, and it terrifies me. It's possible that he could be there for several weeks at the very least given how severe his mental state was. I just don't know what to do, or what this means for us in the future. He hasn't even gotten a diagnosis yet, from what I know. I just feel like I'm being kept in the dark. I don't know anything about what's happening at all. I just want him to be okay. How can I get through this? I don't think I can get through this. What happens when he gets back? Is he gonna be okay? Have any of you experienced what it's like to be kept in a psych hospital? I don't know what to do with myself when he comes back, I don't know how to support myself in the mean time, and I don't know what this means for us or for our relationship. I'm so, so scared. I'm terrified. I love him so much, I just want him to be okay.
I don't have many people around me to support me, so posting here has been my last resort. I feel awful, I feel horrible, I feel like this is all my fault. I feel like if I saw the signs earlier, I could've prevented this, I could've grounded him, I could've brought him down from where he was headed. I don't know what exact mental illness he has yet, I can only assume based on what I've seen. But, has anyone ever been in a similar situation like this? What do I do with myself? I know he's getting the help that he needs, but I can't help but worry for him. I feel super isolated and alone and anxious in our apartment. It's empty here without him, incredibly empty.
If you've read this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It means more to me than you know. So, once more, TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.

Does anyone else feel soo lonely like my family and friends will be estranged with me after they find out who I am and there they only ppl I have like I have no one but one sister and I feel empty and I think about my future family and Idk how to explain it but I feel guilt that my future children and husband will never know who I was and who my family is and it makes my want a family soo bad that I get really close to my white friends mums ,boyfriends mums and teachers and it’s obviously not heathy but I can’t help it I want to marry into a heathy family so my kids don’t miss out on having grandparents ,aunts and uncles and I never want my kids to feel how I feel picking between my family and my happiness

Super long post so grab your tea and settle in.
I, (50f) have two kids; daughter (19) and son (18). My daughter has always been difficult. She would blame her brother for things she did, fight with him endlessly, lied continuously to me, stole from family and stores and was a hard teen to raise. She began seeing a boy (21m) 3 years ago and honestly I didn’t care for him from the start. He was rude, intitled, zero respect and already had quite the legal record.
My daughter ended up pregnant by him about 1 month into their relationship she was 16 he was 18. They lied to me and told me he was 16. They also lied about the pregnancy. She really didn’t get a pregnant belly and anytime I mentioned she was gaining some weight and could she possibly be pregnant she would accuse me of fat shaming her and being rude just for asking. Fast forward a few months and she said she was staying at her best friends for the weekend. Her friends mom even backed this story and lied to me saying, yes she is with us. When in fact she was at boyfriends recently acquired apartment ( I had no idea about and was told he lived with his grandparents). She went into labor that weekend, I still had no idea she was pregnant. When she finally called to say she was at the hospital and had a baby she insisted she had no idea she was pregnant and it was a suprise to all of them. I didn’t really buy that but didn’t argue, none of it mattered. She had a new baby and baby needed taken care of. With her story of not knowing I immediately went shopping. Bought everything you would need for a new baby. She let me know she was moving in with BF and would be raising the baby with him. When I dropped off the baby gear (literally an F250 truck load) to the apartment I notice quite a few items were already in place for a new baby, and realized they knew and had already gotten some stuff. None of that really mattered to me, I was a grandmother now and the how’s and why’s weren’t changeable so I just moved on. I tried really hard to accept her BF and invited him into our little family. He was always rude making snide comments about my son and their father. Father took his life a month before baby was born, whole other story. He would say how much better he was and would never leave his family, just a little turd. He wouldn’t let her visit without him. I couldn’t even talk to her on the phone without him listening and answering for her. He seemed extremely controlling and jealous of any relationship she had, even with her brother and I.
This kid could never hold a job for more than a month, sat around playing video games, didn’t help with baby, didn’t clean or cook. Just a waste of space, smoking weed and doing nothing. I tried not to say anything but the look on my face was telling whenever she would talk about him to me. They eventually got behind and lost their apartment and refused to move in with me because I wouldn’t allow him to stay, just her and the baby.
They were living in their cars and couch surfing. She had very little contact with me durning this time. At one point a friend of theirs called me to tell me BF was being abusive and I drove to where they were living to see if she would come home with me and leave an abusive relationship. She refused, actually became very angry I would even butt in to their relationship like that. I honestly just wanted my babygirl, my first born safe and not hurt. A little time goes by and eventually she reached out and I help her get into an apartment, he wasn’t on the lease. A couple months go by she tells me she is 5 months with number two. I am less than thrilled but it is what it is and I am just happy she is in an apartment.
Then, I get a phone call. She was just taken to the hospital because BF hit her in her pregnant belly and baby wasn’t moving. (Baby is fine).
Cops were called he is taken to jail. There was apparently an incident before this where he gave her a black eye. The police were called then but he ran and they didn’t find him but there was still a report filed. I was never told of the black eye story till later.
The time he is in jail (3 months), she is at my house daily. I am helping her with the baby and her pregnancy. I go to doctors appointments was even in her labor room. Things were actually good between us and her and her brother were getting along great. Brother is an amazing uncle and loves his niece to death. Buys her anything she wants and they are so close. She tells me she is done with BF, has a restraining order. Is moving forward and sees how in 3 short months her life is actually improving.
But sure enough as soon as he is released (2 felony charges) she takes him right back. She lies to me saying she won’t and isn’t but I don’t believe her at all. So I drive to her place and he is there. She screams at me to mind my own business and if she wants him it’s not up to me. Again I have been there everyday with both baby’s. Helping her and getting a chance to know my grandkids. At this point am very attached to my little angels and extremely frightened for her safety . She tells me, If I can’t get over the fact she will be with BF, then she never wants to see me again. I’m crushed but at the same time I am done. Done with all the lies, done with being told I can’t see the kids. With baby number one I have gotten to see her just a handful of times until the three months BF was in jail. Done with being treated like crap from my daughter. I feel like she was just using me while he was in jail. So I say fine.
That was in march. I haven’t spoken to her since. She hasn’t reached out at all and even changed her number. I feel guilt because I didn’t really fight the no contact. I mean I miss the babies something horrible but I am so done with lies. But I also feel guilty because what if he is still hurting her. A couple of her friends let me know how she and the kids are doing. And now that she isn’t pregnant I know she could kick his butt in a fight. I feel like I have abandoned her but she is the one who said no contact.
I’m I wrong for wanting no contact as a parent?

The episode Babel (DS9 S01E05) starts with O'Brian trying to help some people stuck in an airlock. I want to know the name of that airlock, or the airlock naming scheme on the station. There's nothing in the episode naming it, so unless there's something I missed, or something was mentioned behind the scenes, were making up our own name!
So are there any other scenes that name the air locks? Are they named by number or ship section? Any insight would be valued!
(Why? My boyfriend and I have an inside joke that that's his favorite episode because he uses the first clip to experiment with video editing. I want to get him an "Airlock #??" sign for his enclosed entryway - which he calls his airlock. It's a dumb joke, but I can't pull it off without a number!)

I'm in my thirties, but have only recently realized my father is a narcissist. It was hard to figure out because he exhibits behaviors of a Covert Narcissist. He's a major love-bomber, especially after he's fucked up. His rage is biblical and when he sees red, he'll destroy whatever is in his path. When angry at my mother, he ran through her china set (from her deceased gma) and shattered them all against the wall. When angry at my brother, he ripped a monitor from the desk and chucked it down the stairs. When angry at me, he grabbed me by the shirt and threw me against the wall. Countless inanimate objects in our house were obliterated by his fists, some purposefully so for their sentimental value.
Another fun aspect about my NDad, is that he's a Phd. trained psychologist and has been practicing for 30+ years. His emotional manipulation is lethal, he has all the tools.
Shit hit the fan Fall of 2021 when our family doctor was arrested for sexual assault.
Among the doctor's many victims, one was my siblings, we'll call them Jordan. When it was happening, my father didn't believe them, despite Jordan saying how "gross" the doctor was and how they didn't like how he interacted with them. When Jordan said they wanted to change doctors (at 16, 10+ years into the abuse), my NDad didn't help. He thought they were overreacting. My mother helped Jordan find a new doctor.
Ndad continued to see the doctor for years, always brought it up with the family, said how great Doctor was doing, etc. etc. Jordan asked them nicely, several times, to not being up the Doctor, again because they didn't like them. Ndad ignored this request and only stopped once the doctor was arrested and stripped of their medical license. When the news broke, he never brought it up with my Jordan. He just pretended nothing happened, until my Jordan finally confronted Ndad for not believing them in the past.
When they did, he flipped out. Ndad called Jordan an asshole. Told them "you were speaking in code, how was I supposed to know?" Screamed at Jordan to be nicer. Ndad was hurt that Jordan would suggest Ndad was a bad dad. Jordan hung up, and my Ndad never called back. Reminder: Ndad is a therapist. I don't think that meant he should have seen the signs, but shouldn't he know how to navigate afterward? Shouldn't he understand that his child's health is more important than his experience?
I heard about this, I'm very close to Jordan. When I confronted Ndad on his behavior he said, he deflected. He took some credit for things, but never the big stuff. Never anything that would suggest he acted deplorably.
I kept initiating conversation over the period of weeks, trying to understand. All I wanted was for my Ndad to say sorry. To do something human like "Hey I fucked up. Big time." But the more we talked the more he twisted the narrative. It started with the small poking of holes in Jordan's story, then slowly easing into "it was all a big misunderstanding" and "really we all fucked up, you know?" and finally: "Well you know how Jordan gets. They're very emotional."
It got to the point where I felt like I had to choose whether to believe Jordan or my Ndad. I chose Jordan. Because I know who my father is.
I took space from my Ndad. Shit was crazy in my life, I quit my job, I had just decided to move across states with my then girlfiend (now fiancé). All the while, my Ndad was sending me emails about how awesome I am, how great I am, how much of a hard worker I am, how intelligent I am, and how much he misses me and that his children are what's most important to him, and that it really sucks he doesn't have a relationship with his kids. More than anything he "wants me to heal on my terms, and prays for that healing." During this time, he kept sending emails about "interesting news articles" and books he was reading. Pretending nothing was happening.
In the winter, I told him that I was moving to another state with my fiancé, some 1,200 miles away. Nothing. All the while, he kept emailing me every two weeks or so his "interesting" news articles and updates on what he was doing in life.
That summer, I had my uhaul packed, quit my job and was about to move away from my home state, away from Ndad's state. I still hadn't received anything about it from my NDad. So I asked him, "Did you see that email where I said I was moving away?"
At first he pretended that he he never got it, so I forwarded him the email (of which he replied to with his news articles). He said, "Oh, that one!" then jumped into his love bomb routine: you're the best, you're gonna do great, you're so smart. Etc.
I was confused. How can a father who says that their children are the most important thing in the world to them, ignore the fact that their child is moving away? And if his children are the most important, why does his narrative always take precedent?
I told him: I was hurt. It hurt my feelings that I told you I was moving away and you said nothing. I was confused. It doesn't add up.
He wouldn't even respond. Just moved past it. Pretended I said nothing. Moved onto other topics, "Hey check out this podcast!"
I doubled down and asked him why he didn't respond to my question.
His words (quoted):

You are right to notice that I did not address your question.
Cautiously, respectfully, I have concerns about the strategy you have used to address your pain and experience.
It is rooted in my age, life experience, and my professional skills...
...as your father, I have a responsibility to proceed with respect and wisdom about what I address and what I delay addressing.

I told him I was taking a space in hopes that he'd reflect and understand me. He said, "Sure I understand you're confused. You should take your space." I haven't contacted him since.
That was two years ago. He continues to send me emails. All pretending nothing has happened. He continues to love-bomb. This week, I received an email detailing this new woman he's met, how they met, and the date of their wedding. Him and his fiance are making a list of "special people" to invite. His invite says:

Son, you and [your fiancé], of course, are two of my Special People!

It's like nothing's happened. He just wants to return to business as usual. He wants me to come to the wedding and pretend for him that everything is fine. He wants me to just forget everything that's happened. It's always about him. Always.
When I received the email, I felt nothing. Like stumbling upon a complete stranger's invite. I truly wish him happiness. I hope he has a nice wedding. I'm just not going. This feels like another tactic, another instance of him just wanting to move on. He did it in the past with "being in town" and a medical scare he had.
I don't know why I wrote this. Maybe to just vent. More than anything, the part of his narc personality that makes me crazy, and makes me second guess myself, is his ability to "move on." Makes me feel like I'm the one with the problem. It's like he's just waiting me out, hoping I'll get tired of this whole thing and accept him for who/what he is. But I can't. I can't stand the sight of him. And I can't imagine having a conversation with him.
I seldom identify with this notion, but as a man, I have 0 respect for him. Father to son, human to human, how can a man treat someone they "respect" that way? Truth is, I want nothing to do with him solely because I don't respect him.
Thank you for listening, if you've made it this far.

Okay, so I'm already tuned on 93. I'm trying to add an e30 map because my car is finally set up for it. I was quoted $1000 to add an e30 map on the Dyno. Maybe I'm stupid but doesn't that seem pretty high? Am I missing something 😂

Lately it’s been really hitting even harder… which i didn’t even know was possible.
It’s starting to feel like summer. Everyone is outside. Surrounding by the sound of children playing.
And somehow it feels more depressing than winter. I can’t take it. I feel so alone. And so incredibly hopeless. I don’t have anything to live for.
Today has been weird. It’s almost 6 months since he passed. A lot of my memories of him has been foggy. And it’s only now that I suddenly remember how it felt sleeping with him.
The way he would wrap his arms around me. He would kiss my forehead half-asleep. And as a typical boyfriend he would steal the duvet from me at night. And I miss it. As weird as it seems i just miss keeping an eye on his breathing. Which i something i’ve always done since he got sick. I really miss him. And it hurts so much that no person in the world knows and understands me like he did. Not even my own family.
The other day i found some voice messages he left me. I was visiting my family and he was in the hospital. He talked about his day. I could clearly tell that his phone was on his chest while talking. Cuz i could hear his heartbeat. It made me cry like a hopeless little girl.
This is so incredibly tough. I really don’t know when or if i’ll ever be okay.
And i know i’m still so young. I’m turning 22 soon. But when you know you know. It was never the usual “relationship in ur twenties”. I’ve seen him get chemo. I’ve seen him get his bone marrow transplant. I’ve talked to all his doctors. I slept in the hospital w him for several months straight. 5 hours away from home. I’ve helped him shower. I comforted him when he was scared. And never ever did i think of leaving him. He’s my bestfriend. He had a really tough time navigating through the situation. He hated that I had to see him like that. A sideeffect of the sickness was that his whole body startedto itch. “A girlfriend is not supposed to put lotion on my whole body at 4AM just bcuz i can’t stop itching”. And i told him “but wouldn’t you do the same for me?” Andhe ofc said yes. And then i tried to lay in the tiny hospital bed. It was so uncomfortable. Clearly not made for two ppl. But it helped him fall asleep. And when i could hear him snore i quietly went to my own bed and cried. I never shared that with him.
I just miss him so much. The pain i feel daily is too unbearable. I have no idea what to do. Or who to talk to. None of my friends understands. It’s so lonely and so painful.

It's been a long time since I last used Reddit, but this has been on my mind lately and I wanted to know what other people think about this since It's a really sensitive topic for me and I just can't stop thinking about it.
I (16M) have my best friend (19F) who broke up with her boyfriend (17M) some months ago, I'll call her Lucy, and her ex, Jack.
A lot of things happened for them to break up, I'll try to keep it short.
First of all, Jack and I met when I was 12 through an Instagram group since we both liked art and that stuff. Lucy was already my friend by some months by that time, and we both hated Jack. He was extremely racist, homophobic, transphobic, everything. There was not a single good thing about this man. He used to sexualize me for being a trans guy, commenting gross things on my posts whenever it had my face, and much more.
And for some reason, Lucy and him ended up dating. I don't know how. But I accepted it since she was my best friend and thought "well if she's happy then I'll just keep up with it".
At the same time, I was in a relationship with a guy (16M), through the internet. I'll keep it short, he sexually abused me, deteriorated my mental health, cheated on me 3 times, and this is just the beginning.
Lucy and Jack knew about this, but Lucy couldn't help me because I was 12, whenever she would've talked to me about his toxic behavior I'd just brush it off because I "loved him" and he was just confused or whatever excuse I'd find to keep him as the good guy.
And including Jack wouldn't let me and Lucy talk a lot since he would get "jealous" saying that he "wanted to be my best friend" and not her. He would check her chats and see our conversation and TEXT THROUGH THEM to try and talk to me when I wouldn't answer him.
Time passed by and I got off that relationship when I was 14, met someone else at that time and started dating them. But it was kind of toxic too, we broke up once because I couldn't communicate properly, then he came back and asked me to try again, he broke up again with me because "distance wasn't his thing". So I let him go.
He made a lot of gross comments about my at the time boyfriend, and kept sexualizing me and trying to make my boyfriend leave me just because "he was there first."
I had it and blocked him, I spent months having to deal with his non stopping messages about how sorry he was through Lucy, since she was kinda by his side.
Well, some months ago he broke up with her because, in his words, he couldn't handle being with her because he still missed me a lot and the fact she was my best friend made him feel miserable.
Oh well.
Time passed by and some weeks ago Lucy told me she found something I might wanna see, when I checked her messages she had sent me screenshots of her ex talking shit about me in a DISCORD SERVER. I guess he was having another conversation when he said this because things before don't make sense, so I'll quote exactly what he said to like a hundred of people in that server about me:
" Oh yeah, I had a friend who fell in love with a 17 year old chilean guy when she was 14. I mean, 14 when she started dating him. But I guess they actually started having something when she was 13."
The others changed topics, and he kept on talking, but now about my newest ex.
" Because she was a dumbass blinded by love and she forgave him 3 times. She doesn't knows how to live without someone's love. "
Again changed topics, and he talked again.
" And she had the audacity to stop talking to me just because of her boyfriend. Just because he was from the USA and German. Just because she's a gold digger, to get a better future and blah blah blah."
" But then I'm the bad guy, he breaks up with her because he got bored and when I do something slightly bad I'm blocked from fucking everywhere, and the fucking stupid bitch forgives him and not me."
"So she's just a bitch with no self-love."
First of all, I wasn't 14, I was 13 when that guy was 17, and started "dating" when I was 12.
Second of all, he changed the whole story to keep as the "cool nice guy" in front of his friends. And not only that, he used female pronouns on me knowing I've been a trans guy since I was 9. There's no excuse to call me "she" when he knew from the moment he met me.
It's humiliating to know he told everyone about it, and I got an Instagram notification about him taking screenshots of old NSFW drawings I did of me and my groomer when I was 13, and showed to him because I didn't know who else to tell since Lucy wouldn't talk to me because of him.
I feel gross and I honestly don't know what to do. He texted all those things on December 2023, and it's been months since then but I don't know if I should do something. I feel like letting go is the best option but I can't stop thinking about how he's just spreading the SA I went through to everyone and I'm just here, suffering the consequences of it. Since when I was 14 I went through the same at school because of my cousin who looked through my phone and found erotic pictures of me and conversations I used to have with my groomer and told everyone the next day. I was harassed for months.
Anything that I could do? I'm confused and at the same time so mad, but sad.
Thanks for reading. Sorry if it was long, I needed to get a lot of things out.

TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.
My boyfriend (21M) and I (20F) have been together for nearly 3 years. For 2 years, we were long distance. In August 2023 is when we closed the distance and began living with each other in real life. Last week, the week of May 5th, is when this situation begun.
We frequently took edibles (weed) as part of our routine. Last Tuesday, he did just that - and while he was high, he started to get curious about his parents' finances. He began to text both his mother and father, asking questions about what they've saved up for their retirement. His mom seemed to be dodging his questions a lot, but eventually she told him that she estimated that both she and his father would have around 10-13 million after retirement. Not only this, but she also both implied and outright confirmed that my boyfriend would be inheriting this large amount of money after they pass away. This quickly unlocked a hyperfixation for him, and we began to talk about it together. It's all we talked about for that week, because we thought, why is this something that his mother would lie about? There's absolutely no understandable reason that she would have to lie about this. I should mention that, after Tuesday, he did not take any more edibles or substances, though regardless I feel that weed may have partially played a role in why this happened.
Throughout the week, as he was delving into this hyperfixation, his behavior began to change. I didn't truly notice it at the time, and just thought he was very reasonably acting a bit odd and excited because, this was a life changing thing that was presumably happening for the both of us. I didn't think to question his mother's statement. Me being passive to his behavior and not suspicious of his mother's statement and behavior is something I feel I am to blame for, because it turned out to be a slowly building manic episode. On Friday, May 10th, is when we found out that the 10-13 million inheritance was a lie. He was distraught - absolutely broken. Something snapped in him after that day.
On Saturday, he woke me up at 6-7 am. I suspect that he may not have slept Friday night into Saturday morning. He reassured me that he would be okay, we would both be okay after this, that we would get over it and be able to focus on something else. But very quickly throughout Saturday his behavior shifted drastically, and it turned into a full blown manic episode. For the entire first half of the day, he paced around our apartment, glued to his phone, spamming everyone in his life about the thoughts he had been having. It's normal for him to be on his phone a lot, so I didn't question this. I regret it so much, I should have noticed the signs. It's difficult for me to convey what exactly his thoughts were or what his hyperfixation was, because most of it didn't truly make sense, but the short version of it is that since the inheritance wasn't real, he began to hyperfixate on starting a business from the ground up with both me and his friends. It spiraled from there.
In the evening is when his behavior began to become violent and increasingly more erratic. He began to direct his frustration and anger towards me, starting to hyperfixate on me and our relationship, blaming me for the entire situation. We've had a difficult relationship, but we've always managed to come back full circle either way. He became paranoid of me, believed that I could hurt him, and so much more. It broke my heart. It's more than I can convey into words. Saturday evening into Sunday morning I stayed up all night with him, trying to handle the situation as best as I could, but it only got worse. Eventually, his parents arrived at our apartment. He's always had apprehensions about introducing me to his parents for multiple reasons, especially including the fact that we met online. He believed that they wouldn't understand it, and he didn't have a close relationship with his parents to begin with at all. It sucks that I could only meet them as this situation was going down.
Sunday, May 12th, is when his parents took him to the emergency room. It is only just yesterday that he was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. I'm heartbroken. I'm keeping in contact with his mother, but I haven't gotten many updates from her besides the fact that he's in a hospital and that they're waiting to hear from the doctor. Based on what I've seen with his behavior and researched, it seems that his manic episode eventually turned into a psychotic break. I also suspect that he may have bipolar 1 disorder. I'm not a doctor, but it matches up with everything that I've seen, and I'm devastated. It was horrible. His mother has bipolar disorder, though im not sure what type - though my partner did mention that his mother would have occasional manic episodes.
It's been two days since he's been gone. All I've been doing is grieving. I've eaten very little, all I've been doing is crying, and everything in our apartment reminds me of him. It's incredibly painful to be here without him because we spent all of our time together. I'm also worried about him being in the hospital itself - I don't want him to be mistreated by others or misdiagnosed. Psych hospitals can be very hit or miss, and it terrifies me. It's possible that he could be there for several weeks at the very least given how severe his mental state was. I just don't know what to do, or what this means for us in the future. He hasn't even gotten a diagnosis yet, from what I know. I just feel like I'm being kept in the dark. I don't know anything about what's happening at all. I just want him to be okay. How can I get through this? I don't think I can get through this. What happens when he gets back? Is he gonna be okay? Have any of you experienced what it's like to be kept in a psych hospital? I don't know what to do with myself when he comes back, I don't know how to support myself in the mean time, and I don't know what this means for us or for our relationship. I'm so, so scared. I'm terrified. I love him so much, I just want him to be okay.
I don't have many people around me to support me, so posting here has been my last resort. I feel awful, I feel horrible, I feel like this is all my fault. I feel like if I saw the signs earlier, I could've prevented this, I could've grounded him, I could've brought him down from where he was headed. I don't know what exact mental illness he has yet, I can only assume based on what I've seen. But, has anyone ever been in a similar situation like this? What do I do with myself? I know he's getting the help that he needs, but I can't help but worry for him. I feel super isolated and alone and anxious in our apartment. It's empty here without him, incredibly empty.
If you've read this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It means more to me than you know. So, once more, TLDR: My partner had a very sudden manic episode turned into a psychotic break over the past week, and I'm not handling him being in a psych ward for the time being very well. It's honestly killing me, I'm so worried for him - I'm looking for advice and support on how to cope with this event.

I already commented the same thing in a much shorter way under another topic, but I just have to say much more about this issue. First: I wouldn't be surprised if that topic has already been discussed in this community, but I couldn't find it, just many comments I absolutely agree with; although I think, there can't be enough discussion about THAT. And there is so much in my head for weeks now, that has to go outside finally. 😄
I watched the OG A:TLA after the Live Action for the first time, now that I am 32. And, boy, why did I miss this all those years???!!! 😄 Such a great show, such great characters and arcs … And since The Southern Raiders, I call myself a Zutara Shipper, the ending of the Show was very disappointing and disturbing to me. The more disappointed I was, when I started Korra. What did they do to my girl Katara?
I mean, yes, every woman is allowed to choose to be a housewife and mother without being criticized, that is what feminism is for: To have the choice. But, Katara??? Sitting at home with the non-airbender kids, waiting day in, day out for Aang, who is travelling with his airbender-favourite-son all over the world? The same badass girl boss, who had visions about a better world and would do everything in her power to help create it … COME ON!
Talking about the kids and the way they were threatened by Aang: I saw discussions where somebody said something like "Yes, but that only shows that nobody has to be perfect, not even Aang. He was a loving father." Really??? This isn't just a tiny flaw, which adds a certain depth to the character … It is child abuse, IMHO. I had to cry when the kids talked about it in LOK. And, as always, when Aang acts like sh*t, it is resolved quickly and very easy. In this case, with an old photo of the "oh so happy family". Such happy-smiling-and-hugging-family-photos are often far from reality … And, again, Kataras character has also been slaughtered in this case. Nobody who watched A:TLA would believe that she would just sit and watch how on one side the non-airbender-kids are suffering from their ignoring father, while the airbender-kid has such a huge pressure on his shoulders.
Don't get me wrong, I love Aang, just not this pushy whiny kid he became towards Katara in the end (Same thing with Mai acting in her "healthy" relationship). For real, I even thought about Katara pushing herself in this relationship. Because she got scared what Aang would do to her and the world, after he told her that he would be in the Avatar State out of rage, if it wasn't for his blocked chakra, after they watched the Amber Island-Players. It also came to my mind, and maybe this is far-fetched, that Zuko fathered at least one of her children. 😄What isn't far-fetched IMHO: That Aang for sure would have affairs, at least while travelling without Tenzin. You just have to take a look at his behavior during the comics.
I didn't read the comics to be honest, but saw enough evidence to know that I won't give them a try. I couldn't bear to read about Katara, who, after everything she achieved, is now only known as the Avatars girlfriend who is just sitting and waiting while her wonderful boyfriend is having fun with his fan club; and SHE is the one who apologizes for being jealous. Aangs behavior is a classic sign of narcissism. But, yeah, as so many Kataangers say: That relationship is a healthy one … Really, who are these guys kidding?
Throughout the whole A:TLA TV-Show, there were no signs of her feeling the same way as Aang did about her. He was a friend to her, brother, family, nothing more. And that dynamic was so wonderful, along with Sokka it felt like Harry, Ron and Hermione to me; and a fourth part when my girl Toph came along. 😄The childhood crush was kinda cute in Season 1, but then it became more and more toxic. And in the crossroads of destiny, when the guru told him to let go of his attachment to her … yeah, since then, and through the whole book 3, it felt like an obsession IMHO. Katara was his perfect, ideal, tiny-shiny trophy, and he was the "nice guy", who earned her. 🤢
I know what it feels like, if the "nice guy" constantly tries to push you into a relationship. I also know the feeling of being kissed without consent more than one time. Watching this without being solved was a huge trigger to me and, for sure, to other girls and women as well. Yes, Aang was 12 back then and probably didn't know better, but that is the point. He IS 12, why he even has to have a serious relationship by the end of the show? Kissing without consent is a serious issue, which is still normalized; if you add something like that in a TV Show for kids and teens, you have to be at least responsible enough to make Aang realizing that what he did was wrong and have a deep apologizing talk to Katara. Not only the one short line "I am such an idiot!", or something like that.
I don't care for Maiko as well. It is so toxic and unnecessary, I also don't believe that Zuko loves her. Show, don't tell, that is something that was forgotten here. The same High School Drama Relationship, as there were almost all of them in LOK.
I ship Zutara since the Southern Raiders. Katara and Zuko are equals, they see each other as humans with flaws, grow from each other and balance each other out. To see their Relationship (platonic or romantic) grow in something so deep is so fascinating and just wonderful to watch. And the scene where he saves her life, with the Slow Motion, the Music, the whole setting; yes, it is supposed to be romantic. Nobody can prove me different here. I see them together in their future, ruling as powerful equals over the peaceful realm they created. There is a picture in my head, Lord (or King) Zuko in a robe, alongside Lady (or Queen) Katara in a dress, both inspired by Yin and Yang; both hands on each others backs. ☯️Imagine "Marry me Suite" from the "Pirates of the Caribbean"-Soundtrack playing in the background with that picture. 😄
I really hope the creators of NA:TLA saw that opportunity too and do Zutara. Or at least make Kataang much, MUCH healthier. And if they do Kataang in a healthier way, I still wouldn't care for Maiko, but for Jinko. 5 to 10 Minutes and Zuko had 1000 times more chemistry with that girl from Ba Sing Se than with Mai in the whole book 4. 😄
To me, Katara is like a kids-friendly Daenerys Targaryen and Bryke did her exactly as wrong as the GoT Team did Daenerys. What is it with strong female TV-characters, don't they deserve an appropriate happy ending as heroes? Katara didn't really have to end up with anyone, of course, but she and Zuko would be a powerful, strong, healthy and loving couple; and wonderful parents. ❤️

I've been in a triad with a married gay couple for 5 years now.
We have moved to a new area and have been here almost a year now which has been very exciting and very new to us as a family.
I have been reading up in this sub for quite some time and realizing a couple of things involving my relationship may relate to Couples Privilege as well as the relationship escalator.
I'm realizing that I have pretty much peaked to the top floor in this relationship as far as goals, moving in together, I can't get married to them since they have each other and it's made me a little sad that I'll only ever be the boyfriend. That's where the Fear of Missing Out comes in.
We have attempted to hook up with people before and would like to do so more but one thing has always been a huge hang up and I'm sure you already know. Veto power.
I am a firm believer that people are not disposable and my partners uncomfort is valid but it really stinks when I find somebody compatible and then I have to let them go because they may be afraid I get too attached.
What I'd love to have is the ability to find partner that I could date 1:1 so I could enjoy those little life achievements too. I don't want to leave my triad but it will definitely take a lot of conversations to get to where I'd like to be with that sort of relationship.
What kind of questions should I be asking myself or my partners to get the ball rolling?
What rules do you have for this type of arrangement?
Am I the asshole for wanting those little life treasures that I cannot share with them?

Simon Stone
Erik ten Hag, asked if tomorrow will be his farewell appearance as Man Utd manager at Old Trafford: “Goodbye? For me? It's not how I feel it and how I see it.”
https://x.com/sistoney67/status/1790496531528777884
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Detailed Quotes

https://www.manutd.com/en/videos/detail/part-two-of-erik-ten-hag-press-conference-for-man-utd-v-newcastle-united
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Ten Hag, asked if there will be a lap of appreciation tomorrow, after the last home game of the season:
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Through good times and bad times, we are together, and the fans show it, that we are together. So we will do a lap of honour."
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Ten Hag asked if the Newcastle match would be a "goodbye to Old Trafford" for him:
"Goodbye for me? It’s not how I feel it and how I see it. It is not the way I go to start that lap of honour for the fans, no. The answer to the questions you made so often: same answer."
"In the stadium, away and home, they [the fans] are always backing the team and backing me.
"Also, when I’m in the streets, many, many come to me - maybe it is just polite, but I don’t feel it like this..."
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Ten Hag on reactions of the season:
"I almost never get a negative reaction [in public] because the fans understand where we are.
"The fans understand this club is in a transition, and the fans understand the huge problems we’ve had to face, especially positions in key areas."
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Ten Hag on Wayne Rooney's claim that some players are not returning from injuries:
“You have to see here at Carrington. The players are desperate to play,”
“I have seen that Licha Martinez [wants to play]. Bruno did a fitness test on Sunday to play. Rashford did everything he could do. He trained, tried to train last week but he didn't make it.
“Players are desperate to play and they want to be in the right shape.
“You see also Victor Lindelof, Rapha Varane, they are training to make themselves available for the final. They do what they can do.”
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Ten Hag on Lisandro Martinez
"I think especially on the pitch, we need him. There, he shows his spirit, and it is there he is a warrior if he is fit. "When he is fit, his standards are high, and he is an absolute leader for us, a warrior who has the right spirit. "He is a very important player in our defensive line and we missed him across almost the whole season."
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Ten Hag asked if he ever feels sad on the touchline:
"I can't feel like this, I can't express this, because that will lower the vibe in my team. we have faced high problems, but I am always positive. I do it with the players who are available, we make the best team of it, we motivate them."
"I have to inspire the team, and I will keep fighting..."

TL;DR! After five years together, my boyfriend has never initiated a date, leaving me to plan everything. While he gives me attention, I feel unappreciated and am starting to seek attention from others. I’m worried about the impact on our relationship and wonder if anyone has advice on how to address this.
My BF(29) and I (31) have been together for over five years, but I’ve noticed a pattern that’s been bothering me. He has never initiated a date in all this time. It’s not just about grand, special occasions, but even simple outings like going to a movie or trying out a new restaurant. I always end up being the one to plan these things.
While he never says no to my suggestions and gives me plenty of attention otherwise, I can’t shake off the feeling that something is missing. It’s not just about wanting fancy dinners or elaborate surprises; it’s about feeling appreciated and valued in the relationship.
I’ve been pondering over whether I’m overthinking this, but the more I reflect, the more it bothers me. I wonder why he hasn’t taken the initiative to plan anything for us. It’s not that I don’t enjoy planning, but I crave the feeling of being wanted and pursued.
What’s even more concerning is that I’m starting to find myself seeking attention from others. It’s not that I’m actively seeking it out, but the lack of initiative from my boyfriend has made me more receptive to the attention I receive from others. This realization worries me, as I never want to jeopardize our relationship.
It’s starting to affect my perception of our relationship. I can’t help but wonder if he truly understands how important it is to me to feel like we’re both contributing equally to our experiences together.
Has anyone else experienced something similar in their relationship? How did you address it?

Buckle up, this one’s gonna be long. I (24F) have always known that I liked women, but thought I preferred men (🙄). My first ever kiss was with my best friend (a girl) when we were 13, and afterwards I FREAKED out and ghosted her. Like literally would not talk to her cold turkey for like 2 years. And the thing about it is that I refused to think about it, I wouldn’t let myself think about why I was treating her this way.
My friend group growing up was very tolerant, many of them being openly queer. When I was 15, we were at a sleepover of all girls and played spin the bottle… So basically I kissed like 7 girls before I ever kissed a man 😂 I don’t remember it being particularly earth shattering, just little teenage pecks but still. But another thing about me is that I was boy crazy growing up, I had a crush on every boy that was nice to me. When I was 16 and got my first boyfriend, we made out a few times and I was so not into it. I dumped him 3 months in. At the same time I was going to a concert with my bestie and suggesting we “pretend to be gfs so guys dont talk to us” (sorry these thoughts are just coming as I write)
The rest of high school I was “in love with” the same guy my best friend had a crush on… So I didn’t have another boyfriend in high school. When I got to college, I was excited to date new people and went on lots of dates with men, but I was always too scared to date a woman. I always knew one day I would build up the nerve to go out with a girl and then… I met my boyfriend.
So, my boyfriend and I met at a really weird time in my life. I was really uncomfortable at my dorm with tension from my roommates, I was feeling out of place at my dads and my mom and i weren’t speaking. When he and I got together, it escalated really fast because I stayed over ALL the time. I felt safe and comfortable at his house, he quickly became my best friend. We would watch movies and smoke weed and order food. The first few times we kissed and had sex, I felt like something was missing. I honestly didn’t even really like him romantically, he wasnt a very good boyfriend, but he was the best option. Shit went down with my mom, she was on drugs and losing it, my dad and i weren’t getting along and i ended up moving in with my bf at the ripe old age of 19. As soon as I moved out my stepmom gave my room to my brother and I was officially out of options (so it felt like). I was estranged from both sides of my family for about 6 months. during that time my bf and i fought a lot and i wanted to break up with him but felt like I couldn’t. I really did start to love him but at this point I am struggling to remember the feeling. We would have sex a lot, and it was exciting because he is the only person I have ever slept with. It very often wasn’t great, and I would end up crying myself to sleep not knowing why. We have significantly less sex now (5 years later) and I still struggle with an unease afterwards. We have gone through so many of my hard times together and I developed a very codependent relationship with him. I would get severe anxiety being away from him and he became my rock. I went through a very dark year were I was depressed and didn’t work. He was as supportive as he could’ve been and got me through it. He supported me when I went back to school and worked a job he hated. He is so wonderful and thats what makes this hurt so bad. I love him with all of my heart, he is my best friend, but I am not sure if im in love with him.
A few months ago, I read Tryst Six Venom and it consumed me. It was the first w/w book I had read (i pretty much only read m/m before). I haven’t stopped thinking “oh shit am i a lesbian?” since. Then I read this stupid comphet shit and have been crying my eyes out for days. It feels too real now. When I close my eyes and think of reaching out and touching a body, its a womans. I feel curves and breasts and soft hair and soft skin. My boyfriend is my home, where i’m comfortable, but i’m terrified I am missing out on what i’m meant for. I dont know, basically what im trying to say im about 90% that im a lesbian but scared shitless. I dont want to blow up my life. What if im wrong and ruin lives for nothing? He will be devastated. This fucking sucks.
PS If you were wondering about my attraction to other men, its been at almost a zero since i have been with my bf. Im a certified man hater actually.
pss sorry for the grammar i partook in a lil too much devils lettuce