Urine smell like beer

This is the first time I have had a truly negative experience with inlaws (I’ve been lucky I know), And maybe im out of line somewhere but its been weighing heavy on me for a while now. Warning this is very long im sorry!
Me and my bf have been living together for a year now and our SIL and my bfs brother are neighours. When I first moved in I thought the dynamic would be so fun and we could all hangout together! My boyfriend however, was never crazy about the idea. Now I see why.
Anyway, time goes on and my bf and I wanted to go to a rodeo and I thought it would be fun to go us 4 (us and the BIL/SIL). So we invite them and they tag along. When we showed up we realized they had no beer tents or alcohol vendors there, ok that sucks but whatever we are here for the rodeo! Oh no, not my BIL. The whole time we are watching from the grand stands, it is non stop complaining about how much this sucks and that theres no booze. Finally, the main event is about to start and he decides we all need to leave because ‘this f*cking sucks!’. At this point im holding back tears because I was genuinely anticipating this event for weeks. The SIL was laughing off his behaviour and not saying anything and my bf was visibly annoyed. This was the cause of one of my boyfriend and I’s first real ‘fights’, although it wasn’t his fault; he did warn me. We didn’t have to invite them to this event but yet we did, and BIL ruined it. So that was my first red flag.
Red flag #2: Errands/favours. Every now and again they would text us and ask if we had extras of something they could use (cheese slices, water bottles, etc.) Which we are more than happy to help out once in a while! But it started becoming frequent. To the point where okay did you guys even bother to do a grocery, when they were both working in town that same day. My bf and I very rarely ask for anything as we are both very independent and organized, we usually have everything we need at the house or if not we make substitutions or do without. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t open their snapchats at the end of my shift because it was most likely them asking for us to pick up something for them. I lowkey (highkey) felt like an uber eats driver! On the other end, BIL who has a border line drinking problem always taking beers off my bf. Apparently it was much worse before I moved in but essentially BIL will ask us if we have any beers before hes finished his last one. It’s gotten to the point where he walks right into the house and opens our beer fridge to look for some (um wtf knock? this is OUR HOUSE not your kitchen also we could be naked like holy shit.) I feel like I almost have to hide my drink when I go outside because if he sees me with one he will want one. Also, both the BIL and SIL work in town, if they know they are running low they should stock up, constantly bumming stuff off us gets old really fast. My bf constantly asks his brother ‘you didnt buy yourself more?’ to which he usually replies ‘well i am out’ (what kind of answer is that lmao). And we live literally 5 minutes away from a store that sells beer, he could send his wife to get some more (but no she doesn’t want to leave the house). Needless to say, they make their poor planning and laziness OUR problem. At one point it got so bad one sunday morning his brother walked over and asked if we have cream for his coffee. We only had the starbucks flavoured creamer so we offered that and I kid you not he says ‘Ew why dont you have regular creamer i wont drink that!’ WHY DONT YOU HAVE CREAMER. Like the entitlement was insane, my bf told him to go get his own creamer and BIL huffed and puffed back to his house. After that incident they stopped for a while but as of now the beer bumming is still very much happening. Just yesterday he walked right in, asked my bf if he had any beers, he lied and said no. BIL walked to and opened our fridge and grabbed beers anyway ‘you do have beers’. Well dont you think if we said no we probably dont want you having them? The entitlement and absolute disrespect of our boundaries was evident. I feel so torn with this kind of thing because you don’t want to be rude and come off selfish by telling them no, but at the same time they are taking advantage of how close we live to each other and for them its convenient to keep doing it and I feel like its not our responsibility at a certain point. Additionally, if we did the same to them, they would not appreciate it. I also notice how my bf and I rarely ask for favours but when we do (ex. bf needs a ride to the garage), they are always conveniently busy. The whole situation is giving selfish.
Red flag #3: Disrespecting our stuff. Last summer my mom’s boyfriend had passed from cancer, and at the same time I was moving in to my bfs. She had given me their very nice blow up pool since she wont have any use for it but she didn’t want to get rid of it either because it was sentimental. We took it, blew it up in the yard and used it in the beginning of summer, it was awesome! My boyfriend had mentioned that his brother hated the way it looked in the yard and thought it looked trashy, (we share our yard but had it on our side). I thought oh well he can have his opinion but its our pool and we are allowed to have it, they also have a small pool they put on the deck for their dog so I didn’t understand the reasoning. Anyway, summer ends and I wasn’t paying much attention but the pool was out of the yard, I had assumed my bf had put it back in its box and in the shed for the winter. So spring comes along and Im walking in the backyard doing something and I notice a plastic blue thing behind the shed covered by sharp metal and wood and its really buried in there. I inspect it closer and I realize it’s the pool! Assuming it was my bf I called him upset asking why he would treat my stuff that way. He assured me it wasn’t him and that he thought that I had put it away for the winter. We both paused and knew right away what really happened. His brother had thrown it behind the shed and covered it. I was baffled at the fact that he had the audacity to take it upon himself to take something that didn’t belong to him and throw it behind the shed like garbage because he didn’t like it. If they had something on their side of the yard that I didn’t like that does NOT give me the right to get rid of it or destroy it! He could have asked us to put it away and even at that it still doesn’t give him the right to dispose of it. My bf confronted him about it and his exact words were ‘I dont give a f*ck.’ My bf has told me he has done this kind of thing before when my bf wanted to sell his budlight umbrella on market place and his brother took it upon himself to take the umbrella and burn it in the fire pit while my bf was on a work trip. I just can’t believe someone can be so inconsiderate and show no respect for another persons property.
Red flag #4: SIL is not self aware at all and has a guise of being a sweet, quiet person but her actions say different. First and foremost, she has a huge issue with the MIL, that is a whole other story but to say the least she has some valid issues with the MIL i will not deny. But, a lot of the things she detests about the MIL she is guilty of herself. In my opinion, they are very similar people and they don’t even realize it. She claims MIL has a huge issue with boundaries and always wants to be part of all the plans that they make. She argues the MIL dictates and controls the situation every time, even if its a plan they invited her to (keep that in mind later). She is right she does do that. It is a very valid thing to have an issue with but on the other end they always want to do stuff with us when we dont! In the past we do and the BIL never DD’s, always gets fucked up on booze or if there isn’t freaks out (the rodeo). The SIL excuses it thinks its cute or has an attitude of ‘aw boys will be boys’ ( drunks will behave like drunks). SIL always wants to be home early for her dog or to smoke weed or both, which is fine if she takes her own vehicle but when she doesn’t its quite a bummer for the rest of us who are having a good time and dont want to exactly leave right when the fun starts. This happens a lot at family events. When SIL wants to leave early she will usually pawn off her husband to us to drive him home, which is not pleasant most of the time when he is drinking because he gets incoherently drunk and argumentative. SIL also dislikes the fact that MIL is very performative and makes out her life to be perfect, and pretends the very real and ever going family issues don’t exist. She is partially right about that but seeing both perspectives I can honestly say SIL is just as if not more performative than MIL. The most obvious reason for her being this way is the fact that she is her husbands biggest enabler. If my bf acted the way BIL acted I would not continue the relationship, but if I did I believe your duty as a partner is to keep each other in check and grow together. Instead, she often laughs it off and has the sentiment that thats just who he is. If she wants to leave early she pretty much gives us no choice but to give him a ride and its hard to say no considering we are neighbours ‘you’ll drive him home right? i told him not to be rude this time!’ (He almost always is, and drunk or sober never says thankyou btw). SIL also does this thing that I never noticed before because it was so subtle and I am trying not to think the worst of people, but until my friends and coworkers confirmed it with me I realized it was rude. So at first, I was still getting to know SIL and I honestly thought she was super down to earth and level headed I felt like I could confide to her and truly build a friendship. To preface, my boyfriend and I have a very happy relationship, but we, just like every other couple, have disagreements from time to time. Unfortunately I chose to vent to her at first and she would always reply something along the lines of ‘my husband NEVER does that, we are so good at communicating’ or ‘My husband always likes when I do that :)’. And the first times I thought nothing of it but then it dawned on me that she wasn’t being helpful, she was just complimenting herself while also putting my relationship down. Once I noticed this, I didn’t stop noticing it. I told her once how I regretted making fun of someone in high school while I was young and dumb and she replied ‘Oh, I was always nice to everyone i met and tried to always be kind:)’. These little comments were belittling me and almost making me feel ashamed for being vulnerable and admitting fault. And it was all disguised as being nice. She will do the same thing with my bf. She will have no issue talking about his faults while in the same breath saying her husband is nothing like that and they do x y and z better. I always hold my tongue when realistically I shouldn’t. If I had the same energy towards her husband she wouldn’t be as calm as I am. The thing is I know my bfs faults and I will agree if you point them out, same goes for my own. But to use our faults against us when we confide in you and you boost yourselves up with it and disguise it as giving advice? Thats not right. Lastly, already touched on this a bit but inconveniencing favours. We ask her for a ride once in a blue moon like im talking twice or 3 times a year if that, and she’s miraculously busy. But she’ll ask us (more me because my bf doesn’t answer anymore and as of now I wont either) to pick her something up at the store after a 9 hour day at work, meanwhile she works from home and her husband works in a city where he could also do the same errand. The other day she asked my bf if I was sleeping (it was 6-7am), and my bf says yes she is. She proceeds to text me while i unfortunately forgot to turn my ringer off. Now I may have fault in this for even entertaining her but Im the type of person who opens snapchats right away, I am trying to get better at this now. So despite my bf telling her Im sleeping aka do not disturb me, she texts me to go bang on her windows because her husband forgot to set his alarm. I told her just one second I will put my pants on and get out of bed and do that for her right away. I should have told her that she interrupted my sleep and went against what my boyfriend told her but I can be bad with people pleasing so I did it anyway. She constantly tells the family she doesnt sleep well with her back pain but she had no problem with the idea of interrupting mine to wake her husband up. She also complains about people walking over her boundaries but she literally ignored my bf saying I was asleep and messaged me anyway.
I think the main problem here is that they have issues as neighbours and as family members respecting boundaries and privacy. I don’t know what else will solve these issues other than my bf really addressing it all or just plain and simple moving out, which is not what we want to do because we love our house and put so much work into it. I could also address it but I feel like they may not be as receptive to me as they would my bf. UGH sorry that was long

Hello everyone,
I 26M have been dating my girlfriend 23F for almost six months. This is one of the most beautiful times of my life.
Together we are happy and happy, and we have already started talking about a wedding in the future.
During all those months her parents weren't the nicest, but I assumed that every family behaves differently.
In every family the relationship between parents and children is very different, so I did not follow up on cases where I raised an eyebrow.
Recently, her parents invited me to a barbecue with the whole family. I wanted to come, and when I saw her parents I offered to bring beer or chips or something else to the barbecue.
Her father started yelling at me in a really scary way, I was shocked. "No!! No!! No chance!!" That's what he said to me in really unpleasant tones, next to his wife and my girlfriend.
None of them responded or defended me.
It connected to me a few other times in the past that he yelled at me or my girlfriend in a really blatant way.
In the previous times I assumed that maybe it was a one-time thing, maybe I was wrong about something..
But this time I realized that it's already a sequence of cases where he yells at me, no one defends me or even tries to talk to him.
So I decide to talk to her father in a pleasant way, to say that I of course respect his decisions and wishes - and I reflected to him that I was very hurt by the way he spoke to me.
I asked that the next one would talk to me when something was on his mind, and not shout at me in a disrespectful way.
He wasn't ready to hear my words, left the room and said "it is what it is" and I have to deal with it.
I realized that something was really wrong and not going well.
For my part, I really invested in the last few months to get to know the family, and to be nice to them - every time I came to them I brought wine or flowers or chocolate, etc.
I made sure to talk to her family, even when her dad was talking to me in a weird way.
I feel that the effort is only one-sided, her parents do not make a special effort to behave with me in an inviting and respectful manner.
I heard from friends who got married that the spouse's parents made an effort to make them feel welcome in their family.
In addition, all kinds of incidents that happened during the last months - which I raised an eyebrow to the heights, now turn out to indicate a pattern of bad behavior on the part of her parents:
* They are very controlling in everything she does - everywhere she goes she has to inform her parents before she goes out, when she arrives, when she leaves, etc.
* Her parents always gossip about other people they know - and even talk like that to me all the time.
* When she and I wanted to spend Shabbat together with friends - her parents yelled at her, then forbade her to go out with me on Shabbat.
* Her mother emotionally manipulates her and me when we do something she doesn't 100% like.
* From the first time her father yelled at me to "move" when I was standing in the kitchen next to a drawer that he had to go to, without speaking in a pleasant way.
* My friend is so afraid of her parents, of their reaction and of knowing that there is no one to talk to - that there are issues that I brought up to her and I had to give up on them only because she is afraid to have a conversation with her parents.
* And many more examples..
At the end of the day her father summoned me to talk to him, I was very afraid but I went because there was an opportunity to talk.
He told me he apologized for yelling at me, but he was aware it could happen again. And if it happens again then he will try to apologize again.
In addition, he told me when he decides something then there is nothing to argue about and nothing to even talk about - as if I or my girlfriend were small children..
In addition, he told me that every time I offer to do something or bring something, it "presses on his sensitive points" and I should avoid bringing small gifts and I should avoid making gestures, etc.
On the one hand, I really love her, and she loves me. we are good together We are happy and happy together.
But I worry about our future.
It's clear to me that this is a pattern of behavior that won't change, the parents are inconsiderate and not nice.
I was deeply offended and I am very hurt.
I was also offended that my girlfriend did not defend me - not even once.
I am afraid that in the future he will continue to yell at me, and at my girlfriend - he may even yell at our children in the future.
I fear that in the future the mother will always do emotional manipulations to make things the way she wants.
I'm afraid that her parents will decide all kinds of things for us and continue to forbid all kinds of things. Now and in the future.
I'm afraid it might get to a point where my girlfriend will have to choose between me and her parents - and I want to avoid that.
I told my friend all these things, and I told her that I need a few days to think about how to set up from here on.
What should I do next? Do I have any future with her?
Thanks in advance!

I (f24) started dating a woman a few weeks ago for the first time. Until then I would’ve identified as heteroflexible or bisexual but heteroromantic. I always imagined myself with a man as longterm partner, and simultaneously was always sure that I was definitely sexually attracted to women as well but thought I couldn’t love them romantically. Now that I have some more experience, I realized some things that surprised me. Some information in advance: I dated this girl with the intention to get some sexual experience. Bc we don’t live in the same city and met on hinge, we texted a while before meeting and it didn’t feel very friendshippy to me and I was excited getting texts from her etc. Now that we’ve met a few times here are my conclusions so far:

• The sexual part isn’t what I expected, I feel more in flow with a man than with a woman and it just feels very different to me. We tried a lot of things and she makes me orgasm a lot but I still I feel like I prefer sex with men and I didn’t expect this at all. I thought it would be the best thing ever. Also I realized with men I like to receive more and with a woman most fun to me is giving.
  
• The romantic part also isn’t what I expected. I wouldn’t say I’m fully in love but I feel very affectionate with her, have some attachment/ feelings. Didn’t expect to feel anything.
  
• Dating a woman feels very natural, just like dating a man
  
• Kissing/ cuddling/ holding hands feels the same
  

Now I’m questioning if I‘m actually bi but for me what sucks is that now I can romantically imagine myself with a woman as well but I feel like longterm I would probably miss having sex with a man. On the other hand rn I can also not imagine myself with a man and missing out on being with a woman. I love the intimacy and the emotional bond with women. There’s just some mutual understanding that I don’t feel as much with men (also in friendships). Ofc now I‘m questioning everything and how I wanna live my life. Also I question my past and if I‘ve missed something about myself. In my childhood I did some innocent sexual exploration with the same interest in girls and boys. Later in my teens I would make out with girls occasionally (like many do) but with my best friend for years it was a bit different. We had our first kiss together „to practice“. I wanted to cuddle with her and I liked her smell. Later we started making out often when we were drunk and she was also sexually interested in girls. Only now I think of this as not very straight behavior. Then one day we were drunk and wanted to sleep with each other (turned into a threesome in the end tho). In between, when I was 16, there was a straight girl I really tried to make curious about girls, I wanted to make out with her so bad, but she wasn’t interested. I thought about her a lot and wanted to be close to her but I soon forgot about it and went back to „no, I‘m hetero“. In retrospect I would say I had a crush on her.
Now I don’t even know what exactly my question is. I think I just wanna know how other bisexuals experience dating men/ women and how it feels identical or different to you? And if someone shares my experience and the fear of missing out on something either way?

We’ve this tunnel where cars cross by on top, after rain the tunnel is filled with sewage water (probably) it’s not tunnel exactly more of a beam bridge or overpass or just the rain water but it smells like absolute shit every night the smell increases it reaches my house I live in maqam, those who live here know how bad it stinks it reaches the whole maqam I can’t sleep because of the terrible smell it’s been like this after the big rain occurrence I don’t think anyone’s trying to solve it I want help how do i get rid of this ? Do I’ve to call some kind of cleaning department from uae so I tell them to come pick this shit water cause it stinks? There have been no progress I m sick of it the hot weather makes it worse I want to found a solution to get rid of this

Never thought I'd get desperate enough to seek some advice via Reddit, but here it goes. I'm male and just turned 36. I have been struggling now for what seems like a few years of CONSTANT feelings of urination. I know pee or have the urgency to pee like literally every 5 minutes. It has been debilitating and a huge detriment to my social life as I always feel I need to be close to a toilet. Thank God I work from home. I know this is a bit of an overshare, but I still can get a hard on and ejaculate fine, however I feel a lot of urethral discomfort like there's pee still trapped and also feeling like peeing constantly never really makes me feel like getting turned on. I don't get near as many erections as I use to but still can just fine. I have seen two different urologists in the last year, been on different kinds of antibiotics which never fix the problem, been on Flomax which I recently got off of by my urologists advice since it didn't help whatsoever, a steroid which did nothing, and my urine samples as of last week came back normal and it was cultured as well (normal). I'm due for another CT scan next month to double check for kidney stones. I just don't have any answers, my father deals with prostatitis and rakes Cialis which says provides him comfort but I don't think his case is near this extreme. My last blood test showed I was pre-diabetic. I'm not overweight by any means and workout daily but my diet is trash. Could this be diabetes? I literally feel the urgency all the time to pee and this has been haunting. I don't even want to go out much anymore because of this problem. Have I trained my brain to urinate constantly? What the fuck is this? Please anyone with some advice would be greatly appreciated. Sorry for the long story. Thanks.

I was otw to my sneaky link’s house I mean I showered, shaved and everything. He was kind of delaying me up because he had things to do. But, anyways I’m otw there and my stomach starts rumbling so I stop at chick-fil-a and took a dump. Omg it was so bad😭 so I spent a good 25 minutes wiping just to make sure I’m really really clean. Then I pull up to his house. He’s not in the best of moods but whatever. He didn’t even go down on me this time💀 so now I’m a bit self conscious. So after all that he just told me to text me when he got home and I did and then he sent me a goodnight text and after that he stopped initiating texts💀
Im actually kind of annoyed now because, now I think I smelled like poop and he didn’t like it😭

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I truly don't know what to do anymore, I'm completely lost.
I'm a 20 year old male with autism and possible OCD.
There are many things I want to talk about so this is going to be really long and unorganised.
From age 18 up until last year, I viewed and masturbated to CSAM, and the way I went about getting hold of it is equally bad, if not worse. I cannot express in words the shame and remorse I feel for this.
I know most of you hate me now and I don't blame you, and I guarantee you I hate myself more for it.
The most confusing part about it is I don't find children attractive, there's no groinal response, urges, desires, arousal, nothing. I don't even take a second glance or stare, the only thing I have is intrusive thoughts. Recently I was sat in the corner of a crowded bus, and since there was nowhere else to sit, three boys, none of which could have been older than 13 sat by me, one next to me, and the other two across from me, to which I felt nothing of that nature whatsoever.
My instincts when I've been around children in recent times is purely parental and protective.
I'd never hurt a child, especially in that way, I'd slit my wrists or set myself on fire before I did that, I might just slit my wrists anyway.
I'd run into a burning building, I'd run out onto a busy road, I'd give my life to save a child's life.
I don't go out of my way to be around children, I find them for the most part irritating, I don't hate them though. Throughout my entire life I preferred the company of adults. I even live across from a playground ffs.
I'm scarred for life by some of the things I saw in those images and videos, how the hell could someone do something like that?! I want to climb through the screen and protect those kids, give them a hug and let them know nothing can hurt them anymore.
I stumbled across an image hosting site when I was 16 whilst trying to find material involving my peers again, and the site hosted lots of cropped images of teens on webcams and older kids on webcams (it was obvious what they were doing), and on the page for the accounts, it usually displayed an email where stuff could be traded, but I didn't pursue that until 2 years later.
I went about acquiring it through sending old images and videos of myself, and in a lot worse way as well.
Starting from 14 up until last year, I very occasionally placed my phone in the bathroom and filmed my friends urinating, this happened definitely less than ten times, and most of them I deleted from everywhere, but I kept one and a screenshot of a few others, I started posting these images, as well as my own nudes, on an old reddit account which was deleted not long after, I made sure to hide their identities while doing this, I enjoyed the attention and compliments I would get, and I loved bigging up my friends and seeing them get compliments.
Then I used this content to acquire the bad stuff years later, including the stuff of me.
I had an Idea that this was considered wrong but I didn't understand how it could have been harmful.
This happened to less than 5 friends, all the content I had I have long since deleted and wiped any access to, and I have no intention to do this again, but the main issue is the fact that copies could have been made of it, and I accidentally sent the uncropped video once. There's the possibility none of this stuff is out there, but it's still vile and repulsive.
One of them was my closest friend, who I had known basically all my life, I broke down to him and told him what I had done and what I believe does me to this awful, reprehensible place, and you know what he did? He told me he forgave me and that some video possibly being out there doesn't phase him and his life isn't ruined at all and it will go on either way.
But he understandably said we can't see each other anymore, that he still loves me, believes I'm a good person and wants me to live a good life and make the world a better place, which was a dream of ours.
It's extra difficult because we were so close, we had experienced so much together, held all the same interests and beliefs, and I loved him only like family could, so the fact I committed this vile act of betrayal rids me with so much shame, and deservedly so. In a way I find it harder to get through because I didn't understand the true consequences of my actions and how this could have affected him and others, it would be less confusing and easier to accept I'm just the lowest form of humanity that way.
I displayed other problematic behaviours from a young age, all to do with boundary issues, I sometimes used to touch my friends when I was 12 but never their actual genitals, and I used to jokingly show my erection to people as well.
The only constant that I knew for certain is wrong is genuine rape and molestation, which is a line I know for certain I could never cross, and never will.
From a very young age (around 3 or 4) my mother would do very inappropriate party tricks around me with her friends late at night when they were drinking, her friends would call me sexy, and as I got older and hit puberty, she started making comments about my bulge and other things despite the fact I hated it and told her so.
When I was 7 I was groomed and molested by an 8 year old boy, I wanted him to help me pass a level on my DS game and he said he'll do it if I have sex with him, me being 7 I didn't understand what that was and with him being older I complied. We were naked during this, he fondled my genitals and got me to do the same to him, he inserted his fingers into my anus as well.
When I was 10, two of my close friends groomed me, they simulated blowjobs on each other and got me to do the same to them.
When I was 11, my 12 year old friend groomed and molested me despite me protesting, he got me to get in my bed with him and he rubbed up against me. Earlier that day he also got me to sit in his lap whilst cuddling me from behind, we were wearing underwear.
When I was 13, that same friend when he was nearly 14 and another friend who was already 14 groomed and molested me in my pool again, I had an erection in the pool and jokingly showed one of them it, and it escalated from there. They both got naked and got me to do so, I protested but eventually gave in to the pressure, they also showed each other their genitals and got me to do the same, later that boy got me to sit in his lap again whilst the older boy rubbed up against me.
There was also just the normal experimenting stuff, one of my friends used to show me his erections and I would do the same.
All of my friends were going through puberty and their bodies were changing and so was mine, which I found incredibly fascinating and arousing, and I had seen most of my friends genitals and some other students genitals throughout growing up, so me being young and autistic, I became very curious.
Kids before finishing Elementary/Primary School were swearing and talking about sex, then as I got older (11) kids were drinking, smoking, doing drugs, talking about masturbation habits and apparently having genuine sex. Then by the time I was 13, there was a lot of students taking nudes, nudes being spread around school and nudes being leaked (including mine, which distressed me for a few days, but only because people knew they were mine, if they were spread around but they didn't know it was me, I wouldn't have cared), kids with condoms and other stuff etc.
I started watching non-pornographic sexual content online (sex scenes from movies, TV shows, games etc) at age 9 which I would genuinely get an erection from watching.
At age 10 I hit puberty (testicles largened) and I started masturbating to non pornographic stuff. Including videos of animals mating. I also tried to find stuff involving my peers and found a fake video of stuff suggestive of that.
At 11 I started to grow pubic hair and had my first ejaculations, as well as discover porn, and I had my first crush which was on a 12 year old boy who was another friend, who I would masturbate to. This crush lasted a number of years, but he was straight so it couldn't go anywhere. This was also the age I started taking nudes and videos of me masturbating.
At 12 I started to grow underarm har and facial hair began to appear on my upper lip, I was watching porn very heavily at this point.
At 13 my voice had broken and I was nearly my full adult height, this was also the age I first masturbated to a non-sexual nude image of a child. As well as videos of stuff like naturism and videos of circumcision (I don't have a pain or gore fetish, I would just blank it out and focus on the genitals.)
By 14 I was my full adult height, I had adult sized ejacualtions and my penis had fully grown. And that is when I started posting my nudes online. To which I would have sexual conversations with adults, not knowing I was setting myself up to be groomed and have something normalised in my head which shouldn't be.
By 15 I was growing facial hair, as well as chest and abdominal hair. And I found a shotacon involving a boy my age having sex with an adult woman, and I would pretend to be him.
At 17, a 19 year old flirted with me and got me into sending nudes to him, and he did the same, which I didn't see as bad and despite it being technically illegal, I still don't.
I also did the same when I was 19 with a 17 year old stranger online, but they were very willing and I didn't pressure them, no personal info was shared between us.
I also messaged a 15 and 14 year old at some point but stopped myself from letting it go any further. And cut them off before anything could be shared.
And when I started watching the CSAM, it was mostly teens 9n webcams that I watched, I was lured into thinking that this content isn't kids being assaulted or anything (which it is) and due to my experiences twisting my view, I thought kids were enjoying it (which they weren't) since I would have had enjoyed it at that age (which I wouldn't have) it wasn't until I saw unmistakable suffering which is when I stopped and vowed to never go there again. It was mostly stuff involving boys, the stuff involving girls I just found too revolting. I wanted to relive those experiences, go back to a time I was happier. It felt safe and comforting.
All of these experiencs warped my views and understanding of things, desensitised me and made me believe things were ok that weren't and that kids aren't as innocent as they are seen to be (which they are). I have never commited rape or an act of molestation and never will, these are acts I've always seen as vile and disgusting.
I've suffered with mental health issues for a long time as well.
I've struggled with feelings of self-hatred and worthlessness since around 9 or 10.
I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety at 13, I've been self harming and suicidal since 15, I've also been attempting suicide since 15.
I've always felt like the odd one out, I always felt like I was the worst at everything, I was the one who was left out of games at school, the one who was always picked last in sports.
I was bullied a lot growing up, by students and occasionally teachers alike.
My mother is narcissistic and has been emotionally and occasionally physically abusive to me since I was 14 (telling me she hates me and that everyone else hates me, tells me how horrible I am, tells me that I should kill myself and do everyone a favour, threatened to stab me in my sleep, hit me on the occasion, bit me, threw things at me, including heavy things and glass, strangled me).
I truly don't know what to do anymore, I'm completely lost.
I'm a 20 year old male with autism and possible OCD.
There are many things I want to talk about so this is going to be really long and unorganised.
From age 18 up until last year, I viewed and masturbated to CSAM, and the way I went about getting hold of it is equally bad, if not worse. I cannot express in words the shame and remorse I feel for this.
I know most of you hate me now and I don't blame you, and I guarantee you I hate myself more for it.
The most confusing part about it is I don't find children attractive, there's no groinal response, urges, desires, arousal, nothing. I don't even take a second glance or stare, the only thing I have is intrusive thoughts. Recently I was sat in the corner of a crowded bus, and since there was nowhere else to sit, three boys, none of which could have been older than 13 sat by me, one next to me, and the other two across from me, to which I felt nothing of that nature whatsoever.
I'm sexually attracted to males 20 and over, and I'm romantically and sexually attracted to females 20 and over, I wouldn't even date an 18 or 19 year old.
My instincts when I've been around children in recent times is purely parental and protective.
I'd never hurt a child, especially in that way, I'd slit my wrists or set myself on fire before I did that, I might just slit my wrists anyway.
I'd run into a burning building, I'd run out onto a busy road, I'd give my life to save a child's life.
I don't go out of my way to be around children, I find them for the most part irritating, I don't hate them though. Throughout my entire life I preferred the company of adults. I even live across from a playground ffs.
I'm scarred for life by some of the things I saw in those images and videos, how the hell could someone do something like that?! I want to climb through the screen and protect those kids, give them a hug and let them know nothing can hurt them anymore.
I stumbled across an image hosting site when I was 16 whilst trying to find material involving my peers again, and the site hosted lots of cropped images of teens on webcams and older kids on webcams (it was obvious what they were doing), and on the page for the accounts, it usually displayed an email where stuff could be traded, but I didn't pursue that until 2 years later.
I went about acquiring it through sending old images and videos of myself, and in a lot worse way as well.
Starting from 14 up until last year, I very occasionally placed my phone in the bathroom and filmed my friends urinating, this happened definitely less than ten times, and most of them I deleted from everywhere, but I kept one and a screenshot of a few others, I started posting these images, as well as my own nudes, on an old reddit account which was deleted not long after, I made sure to hide their identities while doing this, I enjoyed the attention and compliments I would get, and I loved bigging up my friends and seeing them get compliments.
Then I used this content to acquire the bad stuff years later, including the stuff of me.
I had an Idea that this was considered wrong but I didn't understand how it could have been harmful.
This happened to less than 5 friends, all the content I had I have long since deleted and wiped any access to, and I have no intention to do this again, but the main issue is the fact that copies could have been made of it, and I accidentally sent the uncropped video once. There's the possibility none of this stuff is out there, but it's still vile and repulsive.
One of them was my closest friend, who I had known basically all my life, I broke down to him and told him what I had done and what I believe does me to this awful, reprehensible place, and you know what he did? He told me he forgave me and that some video possibly being out there doesn't phase him and his life isn't ruined at all and it will go on either way.
But he understandably said we can't see each other anymore, that he still loves me, believes I'm a good person and wants me to live a good life and make the world a better place, which was a dream of ours.
It's extra difficult because we were so close, we had experienced so much together, held all the same interests and beliefs, and I loved him only like family could, so the fact I committed this vile act of betrayal rids me with so much shame, and deservedly so. In a way I find it harder to get through because I didn't understand the true consequences of my actions and how this could have affected him and others, it would be less confusing and easier to accept I'm just the lowest form of humanity that way.
The other two friends I stopped communicating with, I wiped the account wiped the content from all areas they were stored on, deleted what they were stored, everything, and there is a possibility it's not out their at all.
I displayed other problematic behaviours from a young age, all to do with boundary issues, I sometimes used to touch my friends when I was 12 but never their actual genitals, and I used to jokingly show my erection to people as well.
The only constant that I knew for certain is wrong is genuine rape and molestation, which is a line I know for certain I could never cross, and never will.
From a very young age (around 3 or 4) my mother would do very inappropriate party tricks around me with her friends late at night when they were drinking, her friends would call me sexy, and as I got older and hit puberty, she started making comments about my bulge and other things despite the fact I hated it and told her so.
When I was 7 I was groomed and molested by an 8 year old boy, I wanted him to help me pass a level on my DS game and he said he'll do it if I have sex with him, me being 7 I didn't understand what that was and with him being older I complied. We were naked during this, he fondled my genitals and got me to do the same to him, he inserted his fingers into my anus as well.
When I was 10, two of my close friends groomed me, they simulated blowjobs on each other and got me to do the same to them.
When I was 11, my 12 year old friend groomed and molested me despite me protesting, he got me to get in my bed with him and he rubbed up against me. Earlier that day he also got me to sit in his lap whilst cuddling me from behind, we were wearing underwear.
When I was 13, that same friend when he was nearly 14 and another friend who was already 14 groomed and molested me in my pool again, I had an erection in the pool and jokingly showed one of them it, and it escalated from there. They both got naked and got me to do so, I protested but eventually gave in to the pressure, they also showed each other their genitals and got me to do the same, later that boy got me to sit in his lap again whilst the older boy rubbed up against me.
There was also just the normal experimenting stuff, one of my friends used to show me his erections and I would do the same.
All of my friends were going through puberty and their bodies were changing and so was mine, which I found incredibly fascinating and arousing, and I had seen most of my friends genitals and some other students genitals throughout growing up, so me being young and autistic, I became very curious.
Kids before finishing Elementary/Primary School were swearing and talking about sex, then as I got older (11) kids were drinking, smoking, doing drugs, talking about masturbation habits and apparently having genuine sex. Then by the time I was 13, there was a lot of students taking nudes, nudes being spread around school and nudes being leaked (including mine, which distressed me for a few days, but only because people knew they were mine, if they were spread around but they didn't know it was me, I wouldn't have cared), kids with condoms and other stuff etc.
I started watching non-pornographic sexual content online (sex scenes from movies, TV shows, games etc) at age 9 which I would genuinely get an erection from watching.
At age 10 I hit puberty (testicles largened) and I started masturbating to non pornographic stuff. Including videos of animals mating. I also tried to find stuff involving my peers and found a fake video of stuff suggestive of that.
At 11 I started to grow pubic hair and had my first ejaculations, as well as discover porn, there was also an image I masturbated to which depicted a boy of my age giving oral to a man, and I had my first crush which was on a 12 year old boy who was another friend, who I would masturbate to. This crush lasted a number of years, but he was straight so it couldn't go anywhere. This was also the age I started taking nudes and videos of me masturbating.
At 12 I started to grow underarm har and facial hair began to appear on my upper lip, I was watching porn very heavily at this point.
At 13 my voice had broken and I was nearly my full adult height, this was also the age I first masturbated to a non-sexual nude image of a child. As well as videos of stuff like naturism and videos of circumcision (I don't have a pain or gore fetish, I would just blank it out and focus on the genitals.)
By 14 I was my full adult height, I had adult sized ejacualtions and my penis had fully grown. And that is when I started posting my nudes online. To which I would have sexual conversations with adults, not knowing I was setting myself up to be groomed and have something normalised in my head which shouldn't be.
By 15 I was growing facial hair, as well as chest and abdominal hair. And I found a shotacon involving a boy my age having sex with an adult woman, and I would pretend to be him.
At 17, a 19 year old flirted with me and got me into sending nudes to him, and he did the same, which I didn't see as bad and despite it being technically illegal, I still don't.
I also did the same when I was 19 with a 17 year old stranger online, but they were very willing and I didn't pressure them, no personal info was shared between us.
I also messaged a 15 and 14 year old at some point but stopped myself from letting it go any further. And cut them off before anything could be shared, or any messages could be exchanged for that matter.
And when I started watching the CSAM, it was mostly teens 9n webcams that I watched, I was lured into thinking that this content isn't kids being assaulted or anything (which it is) and due to my experiences twisting my view, I thought kids were enjoying it (which they weren't) since I would have had enjoyed it at that age (which I wouldn't have), it wasn't until I saw unmistakable suffering which is when I stopped and vowed to never go there again. It was mostly stuff involving boys, the stuff involving girls I just found too revolting. I wanted to relive those experiences, go back to a time I was happier. It felt safe and comforting. It was relatable.
All of these experiencs warped my views and understanding of things, desensitised me and made me believe things were ok that weren't and that kids aren't as innocent as they are seen to be (which they are). I have never commited rape or an act of molestation and never will, these are acts I've always seen as vile and disgusting.
I've suffered with mental health issues for a long time as well.
I've struggled with feelings of self-hatred and worthlessness since around 9 or 10.
I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety at 13, I've been self harming and suicidal since 15, I've also been attempting suicide since 15.
I've always felt like the odd one out, I always felt like I was the worst at everything, I was the one who was left out of games at school, the one who was always picked last in sports.
I was bullied a lot growing up, by students and occasionally teachers alike, and even my boss at my first job.
My mother is a heavy drinker, narcissistic and has been emotionally and occasionally physically abusive to me since I was 14 (telling me she hates me and that everyone else hates me, tells me how horrible I am, tells me that I should kill myself and do everyone a favour, threatened to stab me in my sleep, hit me on the occasion, bit me, threw things at me, including heavy things and glass, strangled me). There was also manipulation tactics like gaslighting, she alienated me from others by telling her friends and family how awful I was. Pushed me into meltdowns and got me to lash out, to which she called the police and got me arrested and made me look like the bad one on multiple occasions.
My father was a drug addict who died when I was 14, I saw him less than ten times my whole life, he grew drugs in my room when I was an infant, my most distinct memory is him coming to my house very late one night when I was around 9 or 10 talking about demons and bad spirits.
Addiction runs in my family (my father's father is an equally heavy drinker, his mother is a drug addict who ran a brothel), so the addictive tendencies have been past down to me.
I probably was addicted to porn by 13, and had been feeding it for years without knowing it.
My adopted grandfather died when I was 4, and my adopted grandmother (which I lived with from birth) who was my guiding light, died less than a week before my dad did.
The only father figure I really had (who was an alcoholic but otherwise very good with me) was my mother's partner who she met when I was 6, and he died when I was 8.
I was also very close to my mother's best friend, who had been more of a mother to me than my actual one had been some time died when I was 17.
My mother had an abusive ex who stalked her and threatened to set fire to the house, who also left ranting letters and stood in the back garden at night, so we lived in fear of stuff like that for over a year from when I was 12 through 13.
She also had an abusive lodger who was an even heavier drinker than she is, so from when I was 14 through 16 I witnessed them physically fight, both get arrested and on a few occasions I had to defend her from him.
Many of my friends have betrayed me over the years (I know I'm one to talk) but when this started to happen I would have never dreamed of betraying anyone, personal stuff was shared about me which I trusted them with, there was a lot of bad talking about me without me knowing. My toe closest friend turned on me at age 12 and isolated me from my other friends, I blamed myself at the time which I why I moved schools at 13 since I thought I was just making everyone miserable.
I didn't get diagnosed with autism until I was q9 despite trying to get it since I was 12, it hurt knowing I had been paying my whole life for being different, feeling ashamed of who I am (and rightly so now really), wondering why what I said was offensive, why I didn't understandfulky why this was wrong, why I was so sensitive to jokes, why I took e everyhing literally, why I made impulsive and reckless decisions without understanding the consequences of them.
I was never considered attractive and was ridiculed for it (girls used to jokingly flirt with me to torment me at school). I'm 5'6, always have struggled with weight, hairline started receding at 16, eczema so my skin is always red, dry and flaky, really bad diastema and acid reflux which means it's really hard to make my breath smell nice and my teeth are very worn because of it. I have had sex with someone who was older than me and we were both consenting adults, and we were both very respectful of boundaries.
I was also desensitised to other things slide gore and violence, I played a lot of violent video games when I was a kid, my mother is really into controversial shock movies (she got me to watch Cannibal Holocaust with her when I was 11).
The worst part about all of this is the fact all my friends who I love would hate me if they knew about what I've done so, none of them would trust me anymore or respect me, which is what friendships are all about right? So in a way they feel strange, they feel fake.
I could never find a relationship or true love because nobody wants to date a serial sex offender.
I hate knowing the fact I'm a sex offender, it's eating me alive.
I'm not registered and there is no real proof of what I did, so I can't turn myself in or anything.
I want to do good in the world, I have so much love to give, but it feels wrong me helping people because it feels like there is a sinister undertone to everything I do.
I've always enjoyed being charitable, I love giving money to the homeless or putting change in a donations box.
I feel guilty whenever I feel hapoy since I don't deserve to be, the only things that I enjoy now are food and playing video games, it's the only job I get out of day to day life.
The only fate I deserve is being stabbed to death in prison or something.
All I want is to be loved and accepted despite my flaws and mistakes, but I never could be.
The only other person I've told is my mother, who has been supportive.
I've been on antidepressants since 18 and I'm trying to get therapy, but I'm not hoping or expecting anything good will happen from this. I've been in and out of therapy since I was 11.
I had dreams, I had aspirations, I wanted to change the world for the better, I wanted to have a son, not to hurt him, but so he doesn't end up like me, but I reliase that is not possible. I don't deserve to be around children.
I hate keeping secrets, but I have no choice but to keep this one.
I want to identify with good people, but I can't.
Every good thing I do is invalidated now.
I forgive everyone who has wronged me in anyway, since I'm worse than them.
I just pray I can go out doing good, doing the right thing.
I am no better than Jimmy Saville, Ian Watkins or any of them types of people.
If you want to motivate me to end it all, feel free.
If you have read through all of this, thank you.

Hi everyone,
I've been having issues with my current softener (it's 20 yr old - LANCASTER WATER) for private well water. Over time, the water will cause orange stains on bathtubs, sinks, toilets... I had 2 companies came out this week and they each quoted for a new softener.
1) Hardness: 15 gpg, Iron: 2.5ppm, 7.5PH. He said there should be no issue with bacteria because we drank the water over the last 10 years without any sickness. He also recommended a Sulfer removal system ($4300 includes expansion tank over existing water heater) pre-softener because I complained that sometime the water smells. Under sink RO system ($1600). I believe it is the Evolve ES1054 linked below for $2400.
https://31ec140d1c61686a49c5-c0323b2e7a774b2f107b0d55af765b98.ssl.cf1.rackcdn.com/documents/evolve_spec_sheets/evolve_es_softener_spec_sheet_103424_rid_10330_rid.pdf
2) Hardness: 12gpg, Iron (Ferrous 2.5, Ferric 0.4), 7.0PH. He said that the smell I get is from my water heater (55 yr old). He recommended an UV Filter ($1300). Water Heater ($1300, no need for expansion tank because I already have a well tank?). He installs Nelson (Clack everything) 48K grain for $2500 with a larger brine tank. It looks similar to the system below except it's a single tank.
https://www.isopurewater.com/products/nelsen-twin-alternating-high-flow-digital-meter-water-softener
Both of them recommend to remove my 10" sediment filter (post) and install a 20" filter. The first guy wants to put in 1micron filter while the 2nd guy will leave it at 5micron.
I'm under the impression that the softener would struggle with anything over 1ppm Iron. It looks like they may address this with different layers of RESIN? They are both highly rated local companies. First one is a franchise, 2nd one is family owned. I'm still hesitating because they're going to cut out the current setup (copper) and install PEX. Thank you in advance for any advices.

My (F32) husband (M33) drunkenly went to a gentlemans club and I'm struggling to move on
Some context : My husband and I have been married for 12 years. We've got 2 young boys and I'm pregnant with our 3rd (DD 8/29). About 5 years ago we hit a massive rough patch ending with my husband having an emotional affair. I decided to stay with him and although it took a long time, we worked through it. Our marriage actually felt stronger than ever...
Well.... a few weeks ago my husband had to travel for work. On the last night he was there he decided to go out with one of the guys from the office he was helping.
Side note : the guy is a bit younger, single and kind of a F boy. But he's always been really nice to us
They started at dinner and then went for drinks. My husband doesn't really drink, but this specific night his buddy was feeding him shots and beer and even more shots. I ended up checking on him after a few hours of not hearing anything and saw he turned his location off. He wasn't answering his phone, which is totally not like him, and I started to panic thinking something happened. I called local police stations, hospitals, etc seeing if maybe there had been an accident or something. Finally around 2am his time, his location popped back on and I could see he was at a strip club... he then went back to his hotel, answered my call super drunk then passed out.
The next morning he called me asking if everything was okay because I had called so many times and that's when I told him about his location, the not answering, the strip club. He was honestly in disbelief, he couldn't even remember leaving the cocktail bar they went to right after dinner. He didn't believe that he had gone to a strip club until he checked his bank account and saw the $200 withdrawal. He's been trying to piece together the night basically ever since it happened.
What he eventually remembered : going to dinner, drinking at the cocktail bar, then a huge gap. He remembers walking and his buddy grabbing his arm saying "you're going the wrong way." Then another massive gap, he then remembers flashing blue lights (probably from the club) and sitting near his friend and some random couple. He remembers needing to puke and trying to get out of a chair, following orange lights to the bathroom where he did end up puking. Then he remembers some guy telling him he's been in the bathroom for too long and making him leave the club. The last he remembers is fighting with his friend, trying to walk back to the hotel and then being in a car and someone helping him to his room.
What his friend said happened : they were both drunk, friend dragged husband into the club. Friend plopped husband in a chair and he basically sat there slouched until they left.
Here's my dilemma... Im struggling to believe/accept any of it. I'm disgusted, pissed, sad, all the things AND my hormones are absolutely raging because I'm 6 months pregnant. Prior to this my husband had never been to a strip club before, never wanted to go. His mom was totally fucked and exposed him and his siblings to really screwed up stuff when they were super young. So he stayed far away from clubs, strip clubs, drinking, etc. I honestly, truly, believe that if my husband weren't trashed, he would not have gone. He currently hates himself enough for the both of us and it's making it really hard for me to be mad at him. BUT I'm also devastated... We've come so far, built so much together, I just don't understand why he would be so stupid. I'm one of those people who needs all the answers no matter how much pain it causes. I want to know what he thought he was doing when he turned his location off. Why didn't he just go home when he knew how trashed he was? Whyd he pull out money just to sit there drunk af? I want every single detail and he can't give it to me. So now I feel like I'm just making up the story line in my head and it's literally driving me insane. I feel stuck, like I can't move past this... I'm not really sure what I'm looking for by posting this. Maybe just to vent, or hope someone out there can help me move forward. Is it my hormones keeping me stuck? Is this even a normal reaction? Ugh I swear I'm loosing it....
TL;DR; : Husband drunkenly went to a strip club while I'm at home, 6 months pregnant, and now I can't figure out how to move forward.

Long story short, my 5 year old diabetic cat hasn't taken to insulin since we discovered he was diabetic with a DKA diagnosis. We treated that, and for the last four months have attempted to treat his diabetes. He was chunky before, but much less fat than most cats I see with diabetes. But now he's down to 7 lbs. He has spent the last two days throwing up his wet food.
Since his diagnosis, he's fluctuated between decent days, horrible days, good days, and end of life days. We almost put him down in March because he didn't eat for two days straight, but the morning we were going to go through with it, he popped up and started eating again. He got better and seemed to be doing fairly well after that.
Now he is right back to where he was then.
He's so exhausted. So weak. If we feed him and give him his insulin, he'll puke a few hours later.
I want to put him down here at home with a mobile vet that specializes in euthanasia. My cat hates car rides and I can't handle his last hour on earth being filled with anxiety. The mobile vet doesn't have availability tonight, and tomorrow is literally the only day of the whole year that I actually have to be at work in the office. We are usually virtual, and I have been in charge of having EVERY virtual employee meet for a huge in-person staff day with events, lunches, outings, etc. All on my plate this one day a year. The timing is honestly insane.
My question is—can we wait until Thursday morning to put him down? Is that too late? Is that a normal amount of time? We weren't even thinking of putting him down until lunch time today. I just thought he was a bit sick but going to bounce back like he has in the past. He seems so much worse today than ever before.
Extra Note: we spent a LOT of money treating the DKA. We cannot pour anymore into vet visits to see what else is wrong and/or do another round of DKA treatment. We put a cap on it, and I have to stick with that. I am waiting for him to urinate so I can do a home test for ketones.

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Drives fine when cold. Slight reduction in power. Misfires only at idle. RPMS at idle drop to 3-400. Starts to smell like sulfur. When cold, no smell, idles at 5-600 rpm. All new plugs / wires / injectors/ MAF/ IAC Solenoid/ Fuel filter and bank 1 upstream O2 sensor. ( was reading stuck high- that code gone now. ) Only codes P300,301,302,303. Totally fine at any speed except idle. Looking for most likely culprit based on someone similar experience.🤞

Just because I am child-free and not a big fan of children, does not automatically make me a dog lover. Many dogs are grosser and just as annoying as children. This culture of bringing them into indoor establishments is getting a little tiring. Like it's not unique or cool anymore. I don't need a dog jumping on or sniffing me when I'm waiting in line for coffee. Nor do I want to listen to them bark at each other inside when I haven't had my coffee yet. Nor do I want to smell them.

Drives fine when cold. Slight reduction in power. Misfires only at idle. RPMS at idle drop to 3-400. Starts to smell like sulfur. When cold, no smell, idles at 5-600 rpm. All new plugs / wires / injectors/ MAF/ IAC Solenoid/ Fuel filter and bank 1 upstream O2 sensor. ( was reading stuck high- that code gone now. ) Only codes P300,301,302,303. Totally fine at any speed except idle. Looking for most likely culprit based on someone similar experience.🤞

I recently learned that Petrichor - the smell of stones or dry earth before or touched by rain- another source sais after the rain - was reproduced as an incense. I just heard in a podcast as a side-note that this smell is associated with deites from the daimonic realm. If you know more about this topic please let us know.
May Favor be with you all.

Met a guy and his wife who wants to trade me his 2007 dodge minivan for my 1997 jeep cherokee. He comes to check out my jeep says he loves it and really wants it for his wife even though it's not drivable. I test drive his minivan around for a bit and it felt fine, no smoke, smells, or concerns that arise on the surface. I said I was concerned about the driver rear window being broken with plastic covering and he said he'd put a new replacement window in for me. Supposedly the van will also come with a year of insurance included for me. He's sounds like a very nice guy who apparently works as a mechanic out of a local car dealership and has helped lots of people before getting vehicles like this. It all sounds too good to be true so I'm sure you can understand my concerns.
After a day of thinking it over, I messaged him saying I'd like to make the trade. After a day passes his wife messages me saying she's digging up the title and would come by tomorrow with the van. After a few hours he says he needs a photo of my drivers license, and that he's getting the title process started. Reluctantly, I gave him a photo of my my ID via text message. He says by doing it this way I'll get the new title in my name in the mail in a few days instead of a few weeks. He's supposed to be bringing me the van tonight. We haven't even started the process for signing over my title to him for my jeep nor has he put a lot of pressure or talk on me to do so. Here's our last text mesage today:
Me: Hey sorry for the late replay, got my hands full. I still can't wrap my head around the title transfer thing. You said you already put it through for transfer? I didn't even sign the title how could it be transferred? Very confusing
Him: No we have the title The reason we got your ID is because our company will just process the title at the DMV and we'll bring you the title for the van tonight and you'll get the title in the mail the new one with your name on it probably in a couple of days but you'll have the original title until it shows up with your name on it
I've sold and bought cars before and the processs is relatively painless for title transfer. I've never done a vehicle trade like this before so I feel like I'm far from my scope of knowledge in this matter.
Any insight or advice is appreciated.
We are located in Minnesota.

If I smell leather like a leather couch or a leather seat in a car my stomach starts hurting and I throw up. This makes it so that I always have to breath through my mouth when I’m in a car so I don’t throw up. Even with only breathing through my mouth I can only stay in a car for a hour or so. This has been the case since I was a kid at around 4 or 5 years old. Why does this happen?

I’ve had Ergon GXR grips for about 8-9 months and have ridden over 1500 km with them. Despite washing them, the grips still have a sweat smell. Additionally, they seem to have lost some of their original softness. Maybe someone knows what is the usual lifetime of such grips, previously I had ESI Extra chunky (after one month destroyed them in forest) and for many years I had Ergon`s silicon like GA3.