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2024.04.29 04:48 Always_291217 I have not been able to get over my ex boyfriend for the past 2 years, and am now married
I 21 female will not lie when I say I had a one that got away. When I was 14 I met this magnificent male 17 at the time. I love him still so much but I am now married. I know I know, I should not be married if Im still not over him. I am not here for all you to call me an A hole when I know I am. I just want to take this out of my chest and stop running from this.
For context that is important my ex and I are Mormons. This is relevant to the story because many stuff we had revolved around this.
We met when we were just teenagers I 14 and him 17 at a church event around 2017. I will not lie when I say it was love at first sight when I saw him. We danced many songs together and exchanged facebook acounts. I did not initiate anything at the being because he was dating someone at the time. But once they broke up I made my move and once he recovered that break up we started chatting and after some dates. By December he asked me if we wanted to go out. Of course I said Yes!
Time passes and as a Mormon, men once they are 18 go out and preach the word of god for a total of 2 years. He let me know that he would go on a mission once he graduated High school and I agreed on this decision because I wanted to go as well. He was such an inspiration to me as much as I was to him. He told me that thanks to my example he was able to graduate with a higher score he was able to also graduate seminary church.
We were both on the same boat. Thanks to his example I graduate with high sore average in High school as well and graduate Seminary Church While him being in his Mission.
He is the kindest person I’ve ever met. He left in December of 2018 to his mission in Tampico Mexico and I waited faithfully all those two years for him.
I waited and was studying high school while hime being on a mission. I had already met his family before him leaving, so I would go visit them occasionally on my free time. I bonded so well with all his family but especially with his mom. While him being in the mission she broke her leg and I took care of her as well as my older sister. Her mom is also one of the sweetest women I have met.
One of those years my mom did not have money to celebrate(not that it was an issue) but her mom invited me over. I went and once I was there, his family surprised me with a surprise birthday party.
There was a time where missionaries could only write emails but by that time they could now make phone calls. Guess who called me that day? He did… and i did not stop crying because he took the time to talk to his missionary president and ask for permission just to make that call.
Every month from month 1 December 2017 to the end June 2022… every month he would either write me a poetic letter, message, give me a gift, take me on a date. Maybe yes I do miss this.
It was something mutual. I would do the same for him. All the above paragraph.
Once back from his mission I told him I wanted to be enough fo him quote on quote“when I turn 19 I will on a missiona so now you will wait for me.” He was not too sure at the beginning but was ok with it by the end.
He is where the downfall goes.
I am the type of independent women that wants to do stuff on her own and was thinking long term with him. I told him to start school while I start saving up money to go on a mission. He was accepted in a physiotherapy university city and I told him “by the time im back you will be almost done with school and we can get married“. I told him I wanted to move to a border country where i could make money becasue I know English and I could take more advantage of it. I would be able to pay off my whole mission but this would only be possible if I left(we live in mexico).
I flew away and we kept a long term relashionship( 8 hours plane flight + 2 hour bus away + 2 hour different time zone). By months past he was not as happy because he just got back a couple months ago and we had to be separated. again. He also said I did not have as much time as i used to for him. I explained to him that I was making time to talk to him as much as I could and I KID YOU NOT we would talk 20 mintues daily and text every day.Me working a 10 hour shift and living 2 hours away from my Job.
We paused the relationship and I told him that. “ Before I leave i promise you i will save enough money and see you.”
My plan before going on a mission was to go home and enter the temple with my mom and dad to be invested with them in a temple. This was a special moment for them because my mom has had a drinking problem. It was years since they had gone to the temple.
They wanted to come to where i was living so i could go leave to my mission directly from where I moved to to. But i told them to save the money it was best for me to go to my local temple where they lived. And I could pature from ther with all my friends and family.(and also see my ex). I was told many times from my leaders of the church that it was not a good idea to go back home and parture from my local town because I would be more tempted by satan to not go. But i still went back home.
This was maybe the worst decision. This would change my life completly.
Once home and only weeks from waiting from recieving my calling from my mission I did fall into temptation with that boyfriend and did not go to the mission. I got sooo depressed becuase this was my most desired hope. One of those days when no one was looking I saw my calling on my own and saw it was Mexico Guadalajara…
On one of the encounters we had was with unprotected sex and was maybe pregnant. I was so confused and depressed and mad and had so much emotions running through my head .
We where young me at that time now 19 and him 21. We had to talk to his parents and tell them I would no longer go because of that incident and told him i might be prego. They advised to take a blood test that yes, I did do and came out negative. My ex and I talked a lot but i could not get my senses to full recovery.
When the test came out negative i could not stay home of how bad i felt there. I felt i had all eyes on me for not going on a mission and was scared church people start spreading rumors on why i didn’t go. Because YES, FRICKEN CRISTIANS ARE NOSEY.
I know its my fault things ended. He was so in love with me. He was willing to marry me. But I just did not know what to do. In one of those thoughts of me being confuse I tild myself the best decision for me to “feel better” was to end the relationship. So we talked and ended it.
The day I was moving to the boarder country we met up to say our last goodbye and it said most heartbreaking goodby. He said he was sorry and to please go and do my mission so he could take that gult away from his soul. I said yes but deep inside me i knew i would not go.
I went back to the place I was living at with my sister. I went 0 contact, but would always think about all the special memories we had.
I was in a dark whole once living here and I started smoking and drinking(things i did not do). I retook my job when i first arrived here. And a new guy comes in 27 male(my now husband.
The story repeats itself, but this time him with me. He saw me and it was love at first sight.
One day a friend of mine made plans for a bunch of work colleagues to go out and party so i went. The new guy and I talked from that day on and from there started going out on dates. I told him from the beining that i was shattered into a million peaces and did not want to date. That he was not my type becasue he was not mormon and would never look into him. He did not care. And told me he was willing to change his bad habits and learn more about church. Maybe because he was alone for so much time and saw a light. I felt that the light of my candle had water all poured on top of it. He told me he could see Light he had not seen in no one else. HE WAS A REBOUND. Maybe i felt lonely too?? With time we started dating
In the mean time I started to get into fights with my sister(too many fights) and she kicked me out and put a dead line. I could not afford a place on my own so he told me that we could move in together and after only a few months of dating we did that 2023. I did not want to move in because of love but I was BROKE.
While living together I would cry a lot. I did not take therapy untill months before of getting married. I admitted to him that i did not know if i was sad because of my ex, me not going on a mission, my bad decisions or all of them. It broke my heart see his break. But again i feel He was scared to be lonely as much as I am.
It broke my heart to cry for someone, but it broke more everytime my partner would comfort me.Even though he knew who I was crying for. And yes am an Ass hole in know.
We where not a perfect couple. But this was affecting me too much. I took 1 therapy class but could not afford it no more so could not continue.
While living together he did tell me he wanted to marry and I told him yes only if he decided to get baptized and cummit on his own and not because of me. He told me yes.
Before getting married i contacted my ex… and told him i was sorry for going 0 contact he accepted my apology but did not want to keep talking because he knew i was already dating someone. And this time he went 0 contact with me. And told me he was seeing someone
I never told him i still had feelings for him and in Augost of 2023 my Husband proposed. By September we got got married… Maybe everything was too quick? I was still in love with my ex and and the same time i felt bad for my husband. He truely loves me in his own way.
I waited patiently for his call the day before our marriage but nothing. So i went for it and married this guy that truely loves me.
I still tried to get over him… September, November passes and one day i mids of december out of the blue my ex called me!I will not lie that i felt butterflies in my stomatche and he told me he was sorry for going 0 contact. And told me he broke up with that one girl and was happy i was married. I truly wanted to tell him “I am not happy. I still love you” but i cant say those things… we are not a perfect marriage and many things are because of me and others because my husband had a ruff childhood. We had many discussions because he could never give me cards, buy me little gifts or take me out on date once living together or married.
I would compare my husband to my ex and sometimes tell him he was not good enough for me. This would start argument.
In the call I only told my ex boyfriend in the call thank you for your congrats Amd that was it. We started once again talking from December all around to febuary. This was legitimately just as friends and nothing flirtatious was going on.
I did not tell my husband that we where talking and i know once again i am an Ass hole and yes i know even though my ex was never flirty at any moment of time on my end this is infidelity on my end
We have been ups and downs in my marriage. And i know I am not perfect.
That last time i talked to him was in finals of Febuary of this year 2024. Prior to this I maybe was trying to think he still felt something for me but I think it was just me.
I talked to one of my friends and explianed this whole situation true of my chest and I did let her know that i was feeling really guilty of everything and told her i was going to stop talking to him but I wanted to call him one last time. She agreed and told me if this was going to make me not contact him to do it. Not only for myself but for my husband because this was not fair in any way for him.
That same day I called him and told him. That I knew he was not trying but sometimes he made me feel mixed signals. Maybe I misinterpreted them and these status he was posting were for his ex and not me his 2nd ex. I told him that I knew he was not trying this to get my attention but me in my head I was only confusing myself and started to get hope on something that was not possible. Idid tell him that these feeling for him ehere coming back.
He told me that he was sorry but he got back with his ex and was happy with her. He told me to work on my marriage with my husband and was ok to go 0 contact again with him. He told me he cared for me only as a friend and that was all he wanted.
That was exactly what I wanted him to tell me. Something enough to crush my heart and give me 0 hopes to get back together ever. I said goodbye with tears in my eyes and blocked him.
I don’t care who sees this tbh I just want to share this and take it finally off my chest. And you can call me all you want I really don’t care.
For those who ask why I did not cancel the wedding. I tried, I did tell him that I was not okay. I did try to leave this relationship because I was not happy. But he always found a way to convince me. Toxic? Yes Will leave him? Idk Do I need therapy? Yes I do need.
I love you dear ex with all my heart. You made me love God, myself, and then you. I miss you and wish you the best. If this ever gets to you…i hope that by that time, I am healed and happy.
After all this time? Yes… Always. I still have and will always loved you. I really hope my husband can make me love myself just as you did. i hope he can make me love God just as much as you did… he just got baptized and working in his own relationship with god.
Maybe one day he will love me just as much as you did and make me feel that he is the one and not you.
if you see this and if… only if you feel the same way call me
If i dont have the same number you always have my family’s facebook. Tell them you’re looking for me.But if you don’t have them just ignore this.
Thank you all for this who got all the ways to the bottom. I know its a lot to read,but maybe one can relate to this. I will read your coment in case you want to tell me anyththing.
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For context that is important my ex and I are Mormons. This is relevant to the story because many stuff we had revolved around this.
We met when we were just teenagers I 14 and him 17 at a church event around 2017. I will not lie when I say it was love at first sight when I saw him. We danced many songs together and exchanged facebook acounts. I did not initiate anything at the being because he was dating someone at the time. But once they broke up I made my move and once he recovered that break up we started chatting and after some dates. By December he asked me if we wanted to go out. Of course I said Yes!
Time passes and as a Mormon, men once they are 18 go out and preach the word of god for a total of 2 years. He let me know that he would go on a mission once he graduated High school and I agreed on this decision because I wanted to go as well. He was such an inspiration to me as much as I was to him. He told me that thanks to my example he was able to graduate with a higher score he was able to also graduate seminary church.
We were both on the same boat. Thanks to his example I graduate with high sore average in High school as well and graduate Seminary Church While him being in his Mission.
He is the kindest person I’ve ever met. He left in December of 2018 to his mission in Tampico Mexico and I waited faithfully all those two years for him.
I waited and was studying high school while hime being on a mission. I had already met his family before him leaving, so I would go visit them occasionally on my free time. I bonded so well with all his family but especially with his mom. While him being in the mission she broke her leg and I took care of her as well as my older sister. Her mom is also one of the sweetest women I have met.
One of those years my mom did not have money to celebrate(not that it was an issue) but her mom invited me over. I went and once I was there, his family surprised me with a surprise birthday party.
There was a time where missionaries could only write emails but by that time they could now make phone calls. Guess who called me that day? He did… and i did not stop crying because he took the time to talk to his missionary president and ask for permission just to make that call.
Every month from month 1 December 2017 to the end June 2022… every month he would either write me a poetic letter, message, give me a gift, take me on a date. Maybe yes I do miss this.
It was something mutual. I would do the same for him. All the above paragraph.
Once back from his mission I told him I wanted to be enough fo him quote on quote“when I turn 19 I will on a missiona so now you will wait for me.” He was not too sure at the beginning but was ok with it by the end.
He is where the downfall goes.
I am the type of independent women that wants to do stuff on her own and was thinking long term with him. I told him to start school while I start saving up money to go on a mission. He was accepted in a physiotherapy university city and I told him “by the time im back you will be almost done with school and we can get married“. I told him I wanted to move to a border country where i could make money becasue I know English and I could take more advantage of it. I would be able to pay off my whole mission but this would only be possible if I left(we live in mexico).
I flew away and we kept a long term relashionship( 8 hours plane flight + 2 hour bus away + 2 hour different time zone). By months past he was not as happy because he just got back a couple months ago and we had to be separated. again. He also said I did not have as much time as i used to for him. I explained to him that I was making time to talk to him as much as I could and I KID YOU NOT we would talk 20 mintues daily and text every day.Me working a 10 hour shift and living 2 hours away from my Job.
We paused the relationship and I told him that. “ Before I leave i promise you i will save enough money and see you.”
My plan before going on a mission was to go home and enter the temple with my mom and dad to be invested with them in a temple. This was a special moment for them because my mom has had a drinking problem. It was years since they had gone to the temple.
They wanted to come to where i was living so i could go leave to my mission directly from where I moved to to. But i told them to save the money it was best for me to go to my local temple where they lived. And I could pature from ther with all my friends and family.(and also see my ex). I was told many times from my leaders of the church that it was not a good idea to go back home and parture from my local town because I would be more tempted by satan to not go. But i still went back home.
This was maybe the worst decision. This would change my life completly.
Once home and only weeks from waiting from recieving my calling from my mission I did fall into temptation with that boyfriend and did not go to the mission. I got sooo depressed becuase this was my most desired hope. One of those days when no one was looking I saw my calling on my own and saw it was Mexico Guadalajara…
On one of the encounters we had was with unprotected sex and was maybe pregnant. I was so confused and depressed and mad and had so much emotions running through my head .
We where young me at that time now 19 and him 21. We had to talk to his parents and tell them I would no longer go because of that incident and told him i might be prego. They advised to take a blood test that yes, I did do and came out negative. My ex and I talked a lot but i could not get my senses to full recovery.
When the test came out negative i could not stay home of how bad i felt there. I felt i had all eyes on me for not going on a mission and was scared church people start spreading rumors on why i didn’t go. Because YES, FRICKEN CRISTIANS ARE NOSEY.
I know its my fault things ended. He was so in love with me. He was willing to marry me. But I just did not know what to do. In one of those thoughts of me being confuse I tild myself the best decision for me to “feel better” was to end the relationship. So we talked and ended it.
The day I was moving to the boarder country we met up to say our last goodbye and it said most heartbreaking goodby. He said he was sorry and to please go and do my mission so he could take that gult away from his soul. I said yes but deep inside me i knew i would not go.
I went back to the place I was living at with my sister. I went 0 contact, but would always think about all the special memories we had.
I was in a dark whole once living here and I started smoking and drinking(things i did not do). I retook my job when i first arrived here. And a new guy comes in 27 male(my now husband.
The story repeats itself, but this time him with me. He saw me and it was love at first sight.
One day a friend of mine made plans for a bunch of work colleagues to go out and party so i went. The new guy and I talked from that day on and from there started going out on dates. I told him from the beining that i was shattered into a million peaces and did not want to date. That he was not my type becasue he was not mormon and would never look into him. He did not care. And told me he was willing to change his bad habits and learn more about church. Maybe because he was alone for so much time and saw a light. I felt that the light of my candle had water all poured on top of it. He told me he could see Light he had not seen in no one else. HE WAS A REBOUND. Maybe i felt lonely too?? With time we started dating
In the mean time I started to get into fights with my sister(too many fights) and she kicked me out and put a dead line. I could not afford a place on my own so he told me that we could move in together and after only a few months of dating we did that 2023. I did not want to move in because of love but I was BROKE.
While living together I would cry a lot. I did not take therapy untill months before of getting married. I admitted to him that i did not know if i was sad because of my ex, me not going on a mission, my bad decisions or all of them. It broke my heart see his break. But again i feel He was scared to be lonely as much as I am.
It broke my heart to cry for someone, but it broke more everytime my partner would comfort me.Even though he knew who I was crying for. And yes am an Ass hole in know.
We where not a perfect couple. But this was affecting me too much. I took 1 therapy class but could not afford it no more so could not continue.
While living together he did tell me he wanted to marry and I told him yes only if he decided to get baptized and cummit on his own and not because of me. He told me yes.
Before getting married i contacted my ex… and told him i was sorry for going 0 contact he accepted my apology but did not want to keep talking because he knew i was already dating someone. And this time he went 0 contact with me. And told me he was seeing someone
I never told him i still had feelings for him and in Augost of 2023 my Husband proposed. By September we got got married… Maybe everything was too quick? I was still in love with my ex and and the same time i felt bad for my husband. He truely loves me in his own way.
I waited patiently for his call the day before our marriage but nothing. So i went for it and married this guy that truely loves me.
I still tried to get over him… September, November passes and one day i mids of december out of the blue my ex called me!I will not lie that i felt butterflies in my stomatche and he told me he was sorry for going 0 contact. And told me he broke up with that one girl and was happy i was married. I truly wanted to tell him “I am not happy. I still love you” but i cant say those things… we are not a perfect marriage and many things are because of me and others because my husband had a ruff childhood. We had many discussions because he could never give me cards, buy me little gifts or take me out on date once living together or married.
I would compare my husband to my ex and sometimes tell him he was not good enough for me. This would start argument.
In the call I only told my ex boyfriend in the call thank you for your congrats Amd that was it. We started once again talking from December all around to febuary. This was legitimately just as friends and nothing flirtatious was going on.
I did not tell my husband that we where talking and i know once again i am an Ass hole and yes i know even though my ex was never flirty at any moment of time on my end this is infidelity on my end
We have been ups and downs in my marriage. And i know I am not perfect.
That last time i talked to him was in finals of Febuary of this year 2024. Prior to this I maybe was trying to think he still felt something for me but I think it was just me.
I talked to one of my friends and explianed this whole situation true of my chest and I did let her know that i was feeling really guilty of everything and told her i was going to stop talking to him but I wanted to call him one last time. She agreed and told me if this was going to make me not contact him to do it. Not only for myself but for my husband because this was not fair in any way for him.
That same day I called him and told him. That I knew he was not trying but sometimes he made me feel mixed signals. Maybe I misinterpreted them and these status he was posting were for his ex and not me his 2nd ex. I told him that I knew he was not trying this to get my attention but me in my head I was only confusing myself and started to get hope on something that was not possible. Idid tell him that these feeling for him ehere coming back.
He told me that he was sorry but he got back with his ex and was happy with her. He told me to work on my marriage with my husband and was ok to go 0 contact again with him. He told me he cared for me only as a friend and that was all he wanted.
That was exactly what I wanted him to tell me. Something enough to crush my heart and give me 0 hopes to get back together ever. I said goodbye with tears in my eyes and blocked him.
I don’t care who sees this tbh I just want to share this and take it finally off my chest. And you can call me all you want I really don’t care.
For those who ask why I did not cancel the wedding. I tried, I did tell him that I was not okay. I did try to leave this relationship because I was not happy. But he always found a way to convince me. Toxic? Yes Will leave him? Idk Do I need therapy? Yes I do need.
I love you dear ex with all my heart. You made me love God, myself, and then you. I miss you and wish you the best. If this ever gets to you…i hope that by that time, I am healed and happy.
After all this time? Yes… Always. I still have and will always loved you. I really hope my husband can make me love myself just as you did. i hope he can make me love God just as much as you did… he just got baptized and working in his own relationship with god.
Maybe one day he will love me just as much as you did and make me feel that he is the one and not you.
if you see this and if… only if you feel the same way call me
If i dont have the same number you always have my family’s facebook. Tell them you’re looking for me.But if you don’t have them just ignore this.
Thank you all for this who got all the ways to the bottom. I know its a lot to read,but maybe one can relate to this. I will read your coment in case you want to tell me anyththing.
2024.04.29 04:46 Bootstraps-nr-dr Letter of reprimand - attorney?
Received a letter of reprimand for bogus claims and have documentation to refute in filing a grievance. “Failure to follow instruction”.
I’m not union eligible.
HR mentioned I could contact an attorney - do most / some do so?
Can you ever ask in a grievance for managers/ supervisors to have to do something in return, eg, provide clear written guidance or expectation? Plan to ask for the letter to be rescinded.
Not sure the right path. Not sure how serious this is in fed service or implications.
Worked 25 years prior to fed position I’ve been in 18 mo. Never had a reprimand in my life. The ofc and agency are so disorganized no standards works, policies, etc.
2 items in letter were rebukes for asking for guidance because the written guidance had errors. No warnings of any sort ever issued.
A bizarre and sad state that is making my brain ache. It feels hard to support my truth - which is providing evidence I followed instruction without this becoming toxic. Or maybe more toxic.
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I’m not union eligible.
HR mentioned I could contact an attorney - do most / some do so?
Can you ever ask in a grievance for managers/ supervisors to have to do something in return, eg, provide clear written guidance or expectation? Plan to ask for the letter to be rescinded.
Not sure the right path. Not sure how serious this is in fed service or implications.
Worked 25 years prior to fed position I’ve been in 18 mo. Never had a reprimand in my life. The ofc and agency are so disorganized no standards works, policies, etc.
2 items in letter were rebukes for asking for guidance because the written guidance had errors. No warnings of any sort ever issued.
A bizarre and sad state that is making my brain ache. It feels hard to support my truth - which is providing evidence I followed instruction without this becoming toxic. Or maybe more toxic.
2024.04.29 04:45 Dr_dog_mom [UPDATE #1] Survivor of purity culture and homeschooling, NOW they're proud of me?!
SUGGESTION WELCOME! I am almost done with my dissertation, and it is time to write the dedication. Part of me wants to simply honor my younger self and her passionate pursuit of learning. Part of me really wants to stick it to my parents and read them for filth.
I would love to hear your suggestions!
Some ideas I have had so far:
"This dissertation is dedicated to any homeschooled or unschooled child who was told they were not smart enough to go to college; you are capable of more than they are able to acknowledge, and your intelligence is not measured by your academic experience as a kid. For that teen girl who loved learning and snuck downstairs to research college applications on the family computer in the middle of the night, so she would not get in trouble for "disobeying God's plan for her as a woman"; may you continue to rebel in the best ways! For the person who's educational journey has been nontraditional; your timeline is not wrong, and you are not too late. For the woman who feels trapped by the subjugation of confining religious gender roles, just because he is angry does not mean you did something wrong. To anyone who thinks they are not enough, who has a loud inner critic and imposter syndrome; you can do hard things, even if they are scary." This feels really wordy to me, and I kind of want to keep it super short, more like a book dedication, maybe? I hope to hear your ideas!
In case you did not read my original post here it is!
TL;DR:
Grew up in an emotionally and physically abusive home with a violent dad and bully for a mother. Survived religious trauma from family and church. Survived CSA from the age of 4-8 by extended family member. Purity culture is rape culture and so I didn't tell anyone for many years, and even when I finally told my parents they blamed me and then pretended like nothing ever happened. My parents "homeschooled" us but really we barely got anything beyond 6th grade. My parent believe college is a "waste of time and money", and not a place for women, that women belong in the home, raising and homeschooling their children. My greatest rebellion was going to community college. There I had to take a year of remedial courses just to get into the freshman gen-eds. Began volunteering with youth, and learned that I loved supporting teens struggling with suicidality. Learned that mom had NPD and dad has BPD (I did not diagnose them, they received those from two psychiatrists, who they then promptly fired). I went to therapy, learned I am not the "stupid little bitch" and "cancer in our family" that my mother likes to tell me I am. In my mid twenties I went no contact with my parents. Realized I wanted to help suicidal teens in a clinical capacity, so get a master's degree in counseling and I am now about to graduate with a PhD from a top-five university in my field. Even though I am no contact and have been for almost 8 years now, I learned that my mother has been taking credit for my education, saying that her homeschooling is what enabled me to get this PhD. Fuck them, amiright?!
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I would love to hear your suggestions!
Some ideas I have had so far:
"This dissertation is dedicated to any homeschooled or unschooled child who was told they were not smart enough to go to college; you are capable of more than they are able to acknowledge, and your intelligence is not measured by your academic experience as a kid. For that teen girl who loved learning and snuck downstairs to research college applications on the family computer in the middle of the night, so she would not get in trouble for "disobeying God's plan for her as a woman"; may you continue to rebel in the best ways! For the person who's educational journey has been nontraditional; your timeline is not wrong, and you are not too late. For the woman who feels trapped by the subjugation of confining religious gender roles, just because he is angry does not mean you did something wrong. To anyone who thinks they are not enough, who has a loud inner critic and imposter syndrome; you can do hard things, even if they are scary." This feels really wordy to me, and I kind of want to keep it super short, more like a book dedication, maybe? I hope to hear your ideas!
In case you did not read my original post here it is!
TL;DR:
Grew up in an emotionally and physically abusive home with a violent dad and bully for a mother. Survived religious trauma from family and church. Survived CSA from the age of 4-8 by extended family member. Purity culture is rape culture and so I didn't tell anyone for many years, and even when I finally told my parents they blamed me and then pretended like nothing ever happened. My parents "homeschooled" us but really we barely got anything beyond 6th grade. My parent believe college is a "waste of time and money", and not a place for women, that women belong in the home, raising and homeschooling their children. My greatest rebellion was going to community college. There I had to take a year of remedial courses just to get into the freshman gen-eds. Began volunteering with youth, and learned that I loved supporting teens struggling with suicidality. Learned that mom had NPD and dad has BPD (I did not diagnose them, they received those from two psychiatrists, who they then promptly fired). I went to therapy, learned I am not the "stupid little bitch" and "cancer in our family" that my mother likes to tell me I am. In my mid twenties I went no contact with my parents. Realized I wanted to help suicidal teens in a clinical capacity, so get a master's degree in counseling and I am now about to graduate with a PhD from a top-five university in my field. Even though I am no contact and have been for almost 8 years now, I learned that my mother has been taking credit for my education, saying that her homeschooling is what enabled me to get this PhD. Fuck them, amiright?!
2024.04.29 04:35 Salt_Ad9744 Best Player in a Weaker Team vs Average Player in a Stronger Team
My son recently joined a new club after two 1 hour trials. As he was new to the club they placed him in the "seconds team". After a few weeks of training and friendly matches it was quite clear that he was one of the stronger, if not the strongest in the team, The coach plays him as CDM and rarely takes him off.
Anyway, once the season started the coach explained that he didn't think we had the team to compete in the higher division and that he would prefer to be a stronger team in the league below the "firsts team".
Two matches in and my son's team has won both games 5-0. The "firsts team" has lost their first two matches by significant margins.
Now the controversial part is that the coach of the "firsts team" has directly contacted me and said my son is too good to be playing in the lower league and would like him to play up into his team, at least occasionally.
The problem is my son couldn't be happier in the team he is in and loves his teammates/is very close with them off the pitch etc.
What would be most beneficial for my son in this scenario? Should I wait until the end of this season and trial at multiple teams then? All fees and registration is paid up and the commitment to the current side has been confirmed. Will the confidence boost at that age outweigh not playing other kids at his level?
For what it's worth when the two sides play each other its a very close match, higher division side marginally wins or a draw.
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Anyway, once the season started the coach explained that he didn't think we had the team to compete in the higher division and that he would prefer to be a stronger team in the league below the "firsts team".
Two matches in and my son's team has won both games 5-0. The "firsts team" has lost their first two matches by significant margins.
Now the controversial part is that the coach of the "firsts team" has directly contacted me and said my son is too good to be playing in the lower league and would like him to play up into his team, at least occasionally.
The problem is my son couldn't be happier in the team he is in and loves his teammates/is very close with them off the pitch etc.
What would be most beneficial for my son in this scenario? Should I wait until the end of this season and trial at multiple teams then? All fees and registration is paid up and the commitment to the current side has been confirmed. Will the confidence boost at that age outweigh not playing other kids at his level?
For what it's worth when the two sides play each other its a very close match, higher division side marginally wins or a draw.
2024.04.29 04:27 prncsslvs Transfer Student
Hello! I’m currently a first year college student from the Philippines, I’m half chinese and half filipino. I go to China every vacation and I know how to speak mandarin as well. I recently took an interest in applying to China universities for the next school year 2024-2025 as a second year student. I have taken notes of the universities that have english classes and align with my current program.
Are there any China universities that accept international transfer students? I have no issue with fees and visa, I really want to transfer and start a new life there.
As much as I want to directly contact the university, they don’t seem to have email addresses on their contact informations.
Thank you!
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Are there any China universities that accept international transfer students? I have no issue with fees and visa, I really want to transfer and start a new life there.
As much as I want to directly contact the university, they don’t seem to have email addresses on their contact informations.
Thank you!
2024.04.29 04:27 prncsslvs Transfer Student
Hello! I’m currently a first year college student from the Philippines, I’m half chinese and half filipino. I go to China every vacation and I know how to speak mandarin as well. I recently took an interest in applying to China universities for the next school year 2024-2025 as a second year student. I have taken notes of the universities that have english classes and align with my current program.
Are there any China universities that accept international transfer students? I have no issue with fees and visa, I really want to transfer and start a new life there.
As much as I want to directly contact the university, they don’t seem to have email addresses on their contact informations.
Thank you!
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Are there any China universities that accept international transfer students? I have no issue with fees and visa, I really want to transfer and start a new life there.
As much as I want to directly contact the university, they don’t seem to have email addresses on their contact informations.
Thank you!
2024.04.29 04:27 Regular-Insurance605 My life, a never ending feeling of regret and forever loneliness.
I honestly don’t know where this will go, but I feel like hearing others' opinions about my situation may help me feel better or provide me with a sense of hope.
I am 24 years old, soon to be a dental student. I came out officially when I was 17. It was my senior year of high school, and at that point, I couldn't care less about who knew. It still makes me laugh because all the big and tough guys who would constantly call me the F word or make assumptions about my sexuality and ridicule me for it were the same guys who came up to me asking, 'I heard you came out, are you actually gay?' as if they were surprised?!?
I didn’t tell my family, however, until the beginning of summer. I knew I was going to college, and if I were possibly going to get the 'you’re not living in this house' from my family, I knew I would be fine being in a different city. My parents are Nigerian, so the thought of telling them was quite scary. I told my sister first, who wasn't very supportive, but wasn’t mean about it either. I wrote my mom a letter and expected to hear yelling and screaming, but I walked back into her room to find her crying over the fact that I thought she would never want to talk to me again, which was good to hear, but I could tell she would slowly go into denial. The next night, my mom called me and my sister downstairs to question me about it, and my sister told her I was just 'asking for attention.' She denies it to this day, but that hurt me so much for her to say that.
Fast forward to today, my sister is an 'ally,' as she likes to say, while my mom seems to still be in denial, always referring to my future spouse as my 'wife,' even though I correct her every time. It’s like she thinks I'm going to wake up one day and not be gay anymore. DELULU at an all-time high.
I am writing this because I’m in a position where I feel stuck. I have never been in a relationship. My situation caused me to get on dating apps when I was younger to meet up with older men just because of how toxic gay culture was. I lost my virginity when I was 14, and the guy definitely broke some laws, but let’s not get into that. When I was 19, still without a relationship and relying on Grindr to 'take the edge off,' I met up with a sketchy guy. His profile seemed fine, but when I got to his place, it kind of took a turn. Substances were used, and I got hooked quickly. I won’t get into details about that, but I basically ended up contracting HIV. I was too afraid to report him because I'm the one who decided to go back those few times because of drug cravings, and I refused to let my parents find out about the drugs I was using. It was all stupid, and if I could go back and tell myself to get back in my car and drive back home, I would have.
Fast forward to today, I'm healthy and on medication, have been in school and on track. But now I just feel like with my baggage, I'll never find a guy to accept me and love me. I still have never had a boyfriend, and I don't even know how to flirt with a guy without being flustered. I use the apps, but that's more so for validation because it never gets anywhere. I match, and I get either small talk or just someone trying to hook up, and it’s frustrating. I’m about to start dental school, and with the small chance I meet someone in school, I feel that I'm screwed because there won’t be much time to date. Having my first boyfriend at 32 scares me.
I don’t need anyone to be happy. It’s bittersweet because being alone for so long has allowed me to appreciate it. But having someone here every now and then who is affectionate and loves me for me would be nice.
Please help me figure out what to do :(
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I am 24 years old, soon to be a dental student. I came out officially when I was 17. It was my senior year of high school, and at that point, I couldn't care less about who knew. It still makes me laugh because all the big and tough guys who would constantly call me the F word or make assumptions about my sexuality and ridicule me for it were the same guys who came up to me asking, 'I heard you came out, are you actually gay?' as if they were surprised?!?
I didn’t tell my family, however, until the beginning of summer. I knew I was going to college, and if I were possibly going to get the 'you’re not living in this house' from my family, I knew I would be fine being in a different city. My parents are Nigerian, so the thought of telling them was quite scary. I told my sister first, who wasn't very supportive, but wasn’t mean about it either. I wrote my mom a letter and expected to hear yelling and screaming, but I walked back into her room to find her crying over the fact that I thought she would never want to talk to me again, which was good to hear, but I could tell she would slowly go into denial. The next night, my mom called me and my sister downstairs to question me about it, and my sister told her I was just 'asking for attention.' She denies it to this day, but that hurt me so much for her to say that.
Fast forward to today, my sister is an 'ally,' as she likes to say, while my mom seems to still be in denial, always referring to my future spouse as my 'wife,' even though I correct her every time. It’s like she thinks I'm going to wake up one day and not be gay anymore. DELULU at an all-time high.
I am writing this because I’m in a position where I feel stuck. I have never been in a relationship. My situation caused me to get on dating apps when I was younger to meet up with older men just because of how toxic gay culture was. I lost my virginity when I was 14, and the guy definitely broke some laws, but let’s not get into that. When I was 19, still without a relationship and relying on Grindr to 'take the edge off,' I met up with a sketchy guy. His profile seemed fine, but when I got to his place, it kind of took a turn. Substances were used, and I got hooked quickly. I won’t get into details about that, but I basically ended up contracting HIV. I was too afraid to report him because I'm the one who decided to go back those few times because of drug cravings, and I refused to let my parents find out about the drugs I was using. It was all stupid, and if I could go back and tell myself to get back in my car and drive back home, I would have.
Fast forward to today, I'm healthy and on medication, have been in school and on track. But now I just feel like with my baggage, I'll never find a guy to accept me and love me. I still have never had a boyfriend, and I don't even know how to flirt with a guy without being flustered. I use the apps, but that's more so for validation because it never gets anywhere. I match, and I get either small talk or just someone trying to hook up, and it’s frustrating. I’m about to start dental school, and with the small chance I meet someone in school, I feel that I'm screwed because there won’t be much time to date. Having my first boyfriend at 32 scares me.
I don’t need anyone to be happy. It’s bittersweet because being alone for so long has allowed me to appreciate it. But having someone here every now and then who is affectionate and loves me for me would be nice.
Please help me figure out what to do :(
2024.04.29 04:22 sex_haver69 And Christians wonder why so many atheists are so angry and resentful of religion? The lack of self awareness is truly astonishing.
I’m just here to rant about my homophobic and religiously extremist, anti-LGBTQ family, as the tag implies.
I’m a 23M, and I was born into an extremely far right wing radical traditionalist Catholic family. Now, none of them would actually openly call themselves rad trads, except for my brother and his wife, but they are. They’re the types of Catholics who think that they’re more Catholic than the pope, and that the second vatican council, which suggested such extreme woke views such as “maybe we should stop collectively blaming all Jews throughout history for killing our savior”, was way too far.
I started having the first inkling of doubt about the existence of god in my mind when I was as young as 9. For the next 11 years or so I basically tried to force myself to believe. I researched philosophical arguments for the existence of god, I asked and BEGGED the Holy Spirit to gift me with faith, and of course got no answer. My efforts to force myself to believe ramped up to an even more extreme level when I was 13, and first started to realize that I was gay. The realization that I was indeed attracted to other boys horrified me. I tried to suppress it, as all to many LGBT youth in any kind of Christian home do, of course that didn’t work, especially seeing as I was also in the early stages of puberty and my hormones were going insane. I was ashamed, and hated myself every single day, more and more over it. I believed that god hated me, not because I was gay though. I believed that god made me gay because he hated me. I figured to myself, “if god personally brought me into existence, and knew everything about me before I was born, and also decided to make me gay, then he must just hate me. After all, why would he make it so much harder for me to get into heaven than almost anyone else on earth if he actually wants to be with me?”. In my mind, the teachings of the church were wrong, that god just doesn’t love everyone, and that Jesus didn’t actually die for everyone’s sake. Of course at the time, being a teenager, and not quite knowing how to critically think yet, it never crossed my mind that the church’s teachings on homosexuality might be what’s actually wrong, rather than their teachings on the love of god and the redemption of mankind. But that’s beside the point.
I’m sure many of you can empathize with me here, and I’ll need to rely on other people have the same experience for this part, because I simply cannot possibly describe in any human language the horror and despair and hopelessness that comes with being sure that you will go to hell for all eternity. A place so bad that even one microsecond there is far, far worse than spending 100,000 lifetimes in a North Korean prison camp, and it lasts forever. Forever, so even after spending a trillion times the age of the universe in incomprehensible physical and mental agony, I would not have received even a billionth of a percent of the total suffering left to come. Do you have even the slightest idea what the does to a person? Let alone a child? I was, needless to say, miserable, and afraid out of my mind. And I was under no illusion that my homosexuality was something one could “cure”. I had read tons of studies about it, which made me feel even more hopeless and worthless and unloved and unwanted and unbearbly disgusting in the eyes of god. I wanted not to exist, and this may sound crazy, but I also wanted to end myself. Because I hated myself so much and was so sick of the fear of death, I wanted to get it over with and finally just start receiving the punishment I felt like I deserved. And I came close to it, many times, but I never had the guts.
Around the age of 19-20, I can’t remember exactly when, I finally decided to face the questioning and doubt I had in the back of my head for about a decade now head on. That’s what began my deconstruction journey. I revisited the philosophical arguments for the existence of god that I had considered settled for so many years now, but this time, with humility and an openness that I may in fact be wrong about god’s existence. I won’t go through all the arguments I revisited, but it was all the famous ones, and even many of the more obscure ones. One by one, I thought to myself, “ok, well, I guess that particular argument for the existence of god isn’t actually as good as I thought it was”. This process took a good 2 years or so. The final theistic argument I deconstructed wasn’t even an argument for gods existence, and I had already basically stopped believing in god at that point. It was the idea that objective morality can’t exist without god. This one particularly bothered me because for the longest time, I thought that the theists must be right about this one, right? As much as I hated to admit it, I really thought that had us there. I felt really fuckin stupid when I first heard Plato’s euthyphro dilemma. They had that shit debunked since before Christianity ever even existed. I try to be gentler on myself these days about everything in my past, but the scars are still there, internalized homophobia and general self hatred still occasionally rear their ugly heads. But I try to keep reminding myself that it was a result of religious brainwashing, though I still felt really stupid for not figuring that one out by myself at the time.
About 2 years ago, when I was 21, just after Easter and when I was home on leave from the army, I finally came out to my mother. I was terrified. She cried, she asked if I was still Catholic, and I said I was. I wasn’t anymore, but I still believed in god at the time, and was looking for a more progressive church.
2 days after coming out, my mother called me and told me that all my siblings knew, apparently they had already known for a while because my little sister discovered one of my social media accounts and told the rest of my siblings except for my little brother (he was 11 at the time) and decided to let me come out on my own. I almost threw up, started having a panic attack, and started hyperventilating, my siblings were not amused with what my mother had done, because my siblings didn’t want me to know that they knew, again, they wanted to let me come out to them on my own when I was ready. This was a far more level headed response from them than I was expecting. I still have not come out to my dad yet, or my little brother (13). My family never told either of them, of course they excluded my little brother from the talk they had together because for as level headed as my siblings were, they still saw me being gay as inherently and exclusively sexual, and therefore not fit to discuss with an 11 year old.
Here’s where it gets even weirder, my whole family, despite knowing that I’m gay, still use slurs and talk about queer people as if we’re all degenerate child predators, directly to my face. I cannot even begin to comprehend the level of cognitive dissonance they must be capable of to do this. Maybe they try to rationalize it by telling themselves that I’m “one of the good ones”. “Good ones” in their mind being gays who are just good Catholic boys who “struggle with same-sex attraction” (I don’t struggle with it, I’m actually quite good at it), but won’t act on it. Perhaps that image they probably have of me inside their heads is somewhat my fault, as I still haven’t come out as a dirty apostate nonbeliever heretic heathen yet. I imagine when I drop that bomb on them, all hell will break loose. Because that will be a step too far for them, their own son and brother, really and truly becoming one of “them”.
Of course I thought the same thing about coming out as gay, and while they still say horrific things about queer people to my face, they still took it much better than I thought they would. And yes, for now, I’m silent about the shit they say about people like me, because for now I believe it to me in my own best interest for them to believe what they currently believe about me. I’m not in the army anymore and only recently landed a job, I’m gonna start college this year, I’m not financially independent again yet, but I’m trying to get there as fast as I fucking can. Once they can no longer punish me in any way other than yelling at me and/or cutting contact, that’s when I’ll tell them that I think apostasy is badass, and so is gay sex and more importantly, gay love. And I’ll tell them what I think of their barbaric, primitive, hateful, ass-backwards ideology while I’m at it. At least, that’s what I’d love to have the guts to do, I’ll probably just tell them that I don’t believe in god anymore and then hang up on them when it inevitably gets heated.
But for real, the thought of losing the only family I’ve ever had is also still terrifying to me. I don’t want to walk this world alone, especially seeing as this is the only life I’ll get. I don’t have any “found family” yet, and now out of the army I only have a handful of people I can actually call my friends back here in my home region.
In conclusion, Christianity has done unspeakable things to my psyche, that I will most probably be healing from for the rest of my life. And it also will probably end up costing me my family. I think I’m justified in being angry and resentful towards Christianity over it. To anyone who has read this far, thanks for listening, I really appreciate that there are people who are willing to listen to my story 💕
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I’m a 23M, and I was born into an extremely far right wing radical traditionalist Catholic family. Now, none of them would actually openly call themselves rad trads, except for my brother and his wife, but they are. They’re the types of Catholics who think that they’re more Catholic than the pope, and that the second vatican council, which suggested such extreme woke views such as “maybe we should stop collectively blaming all Jews throughout history for killing our savior”, was way too far.
I started having the first inkling of doubt about the existence of god in my mind when I was as young as 9. For the next 11 years or so I basically tried to force myself to believe. I researched philosophical arguments for the existence of god, I asked and BEGGED the Holy Spirit to gift me with faith, and of course got no answer. My efforts to force myself to believe ramped up to an even more extreme level when I was 13, and first started to realize that I was gay. The realization that I was indeed attracted to other boys horrified me. I tried to suppress it, as all to many LGBT youth in any kind of Christian home do, of course that didn’t work, especially seeing as I was also in the early stages of puberty and my hormones were going insane. I was ashamed, and hated myself every single day, more and more over it. I believed that god hated me, not because I was gay though. I believed that god made me gay because he hated me. I figured to myself, “if god personally brought me into existence, and knew everything about me before I was born, and also decided to make me gay, then he must just hate me. After all, why would he make it so much harder for me to get into heaven than almost anyone else on earth if he actually wants to be with me?”. In my mind, the teachings of the church were wrong, that god just doesn’t love everyone, and that Jesus didn’t actually die for everyone’s sake. Of course at the time, being a teenager, and not quite knowing how to critically think yet, it never crossed my mind that the church’s teachings on homosexuality might be what’s actually wrong, rather than their teachings on the love of god and the redemption of mankind. But that’s beside the point.
I’m sure many of you can empathize with me here, and I’ll need to rely on other people have the same experience for this part, because I simply cannot possibly describe in any human language the horror and despair and hopelessness that comes with being sure that you will go to hell for all eternity. A place so bad that even one microsecond there is far, far worse than spending 100,000 lifetimes in a North Korean prison camp, and it lasts forever. Forever, so even after spending a trillion times the age of the universe in incomprehensible physical and mental agony, I would not have received even a billionth of a percent of the total suffering left to come. Do you have even the slightest idea what the does to a person? Let alone a child? I was, needless to say, miserable, and afraid out of my mind. And I was under no illusion that my homosexuality was something one could “cure”. I had read tons of studies about it, which made me feel even more hopeless and worthless and unloved and unwanted and unbearbly disgusting in the eyes of god. I wanted not to exist, and this may sound crazy, but I also wanted to end myself. Because I hated myself so much and was so sick of the fear of death, I wanted to get it over with and finally just start receiving the punishment I felt like I deserved. And I came close to it, many times, but I never had the guts.
Around the age of 19-20, I can’t remember exactly when, I finally decided to face the questioning and doubt I had in the back of my head for about a decade now head on. That’s what began my deconstruction journey. I revisited the philosophical arguments for the existence of god that I had considered settled for so many years now, but this time, with humility and an openness that I may in fact be wrong about god’s existence. I won’t go through all the arguments I revisited, but it was all the famous ones, and even many of the more obscure ones. One by one, I thought to myself, “ok, well, I guess that particular argument for the existence of god isn’t actually as good as I thought it was”. This process took a good 2 years or so. The final theistic argument I deconstructed wasn’t even an argument for gods existence, and I had already basically stopped believing in god at that point. It was the idea that objective morality can’t exist without god. This one particularly bothered me because for the longest time, I thought that the theists must be right about this one, right? As much as I hated to admit it, I really thought that had us there. I felt really fuckin stupid when I first heard Plato’s euthyphro dilemma. They had that shit debunked since before Christianity ever even existed. I try to be gentler on myself these days about everything in my past, but the scars are still there, internalized homophobia and general self hatred still occasionally rear their ugly heads. But I try to keep reminding myself that it was a result of religious brainwashing, though I still felt really stupid for not figuring that one out by myself at the time.
About 2 years ago, when I was 21, just after Easter and when I was home on leave from the army, I finally came out to my mother. I was terrified. She cried, she asked if I was still Catholic, and I said I was. I wasn’t anymore, but I still believed in god at the time, and was looking for a more progressive church.
2 days after coming out, my mother called me and told me that all my siblings knew, apparently they had already known for a while because my little sister discovered one of my social media accounts and told the rest of my siblings except for my little brother (he was 11 at the time) and decided to let me come out on my own. I almost threw up, started having a panic attack, and started hyperventilating, my siblings were not amused with what my mother had done, because my siblings didn’t want me to know that they knew, again, they wanted to let me come out to them on my own when I was ready. This was a far more level headed response from them than I was expecting. I still have not come out to my dad yet, or my little brother (13). My family never told either of them, of course they excluded my little brother from the talk they had together because for as level headed as my siblings were, they still saw me being gay as inherently and exclusively sexual, and therefore not fit to discuss with an 11 year old.
Here’s where it gets even weirder, my whole family, despite knowing that I’m gay, still use slurs and talk about queer people as if we’re all degenerate child predators, directly to my face. I cannot even begin to comprehend the level of cognitive dissonance they must be capable of to do this. Maybe they try to rationalize it by telling themselves that I’m “one of the good ones”. “Good ones” in their mind being gays who are just good Catholic boys who “struggle with same-sex attraction” (I don’t struggle with it, I’m actually quite good at it), but won’t act on it. Perhaps that image they probably have of me inside their heads is somewhat my fault, as I still haven’t come out as a dirty apostate nonbeliever heretic heathen yet. I imagine when I drop that bomb on them, all hell will break loose. Because that will be a step too far for them, their own son and brother, really and truly becoming one of “them”.
Of course I thought the same thing about coming out as gay, and while they still say horrific things about queer people to my face, they still took it much better than I thought they would. And yes, for now, I’m silent about the shit they say about people like me, because for now I believe it to me in my own best interest for them to believe what they currently believe about me. I’m not in the army anymore and only recently landed a job, I’m gonna start college this year, I’m not financially independent again yet, but I’m trying to get there as fast as I fucking can. Once they can no longer punish me in any way other than yelling at me and/or cutting contact, that’s when I’ll tell them that I think apostasy is badass, and so is gay sex and more importantly, gay love. And I’ll tell them what I think of their barbaric, primitive, hateful, ass-backwards ideology while I’m at it. At least, that’s what I’d love to have the guts to do, I’ll probably just tell them that I don’t believe in god anymore and then hang up on them when it inevitably gets heated.
But for real, the thought of losing the only family I’ve ever had is also still terrifying to me. I don’t want to walk this world alone, especially seeing as this is the only life I’ll get. I don’t have any “found family” yet, and now out of the army I only have a handful of people I can actually call my friends back here in my home region.
In conclusion, Christianity has done unspeakable things to my psyche, that I will most probably be healing from for the rest of my life. And it also will probably end up costing me my family. I think I’m justified in being angry and resentful towards Christianity over it. To anyone who has read this far, thanks for listening, I really appreciate that there are people who are willing to listen to my story 💕
2024.04.29 04:22 Miserable_Reveal_562 Has anyone ever gotten denied for unemployment benefits, appealed the decision and won?
So I got one more “fuck you” letter from this disgusting company denying my unemployment benefits for the 3 weeks I went being unemployed. The letter was rather disgusting in nature with how it was worded, which isn’t surprising because that’s what this company is: disgusting.
Yes, unfortunately I was termed. First time in my whole working career that this has ever happened to me. Was what I did wrong? Hindsight is 20/20, so with that said, I would say yes it was. However, I was never put on any sort of PIP, warning, written up, coached on anything, and so on. Never had any of that against me in the decade I was there. It was just straight to “your employment is under review” which lasted a month followed by being termed. Let’s also not forget to also point out that I was never told that what I was doing (along with basically everyone else who did it and probably still does it) was wrong nor was/is it in their stupid “claims code of conduct” or anything like that. All I know is: if this happened maybe 5-7 years ago, I’d still have my job at this terrible company. I got termed because this is the kinda company Todd Combs wants for all those poor souls who still work there.
My other question here is: what would you do? Fight the power based on principle? Or just bitterly walk away? I feel like I have a strong case for an appeal argument to be heard and it’s one I think I can win, but I’m very torn about what exactly to do.
In 3 weeks time, yes I did find a new job that I’m absolutely beyond happy at. Yes my wife makes a very good salary to the point where I didn’t really have to worry financially during that time. But I’m torn on what to do. I’m a big believer in “if you don’t stand for something, you can fall for anything” yet I also realize that it might be child’s play that I’m fighting for 60% of my gross for 3 weeks.
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Yes, unfortunately I was termed. First time in my whole working career that this has ever happened to me. Was what I did wrong? Hindsight is 20/20, so with that said, I would say yes it was. However, I was never put on any sort of PIP, warning, written up, coached on anything, and so on. Never had any of that against me in the decade I was there. It was just straight to “your employment is under review” which lasted a month followed by being termed. Let’s also not forget to also point out that I was never told that what I was doing (along with basically everyone else who did it and probably still does it) was wrong nor was/is it in their stupid “claims code of conduct” or anything like that. All I know is: if this happened maybe 5-7 years ago, I’d still have my job at this terrible company. I got termed because this is the kinda company Todd Combs wants for all those poor souls who still work there.
My other question here is: what would you do? Fight the power based on principle? Or just bitterly walk away? I feel like I have a strong case for an appeal argument to be heard and it’s one I think I can win, but I’m very torn about what exactly to do.
In 3 weeks time, yes I did find a new job that I’m absolutely beyond happy at. Yes my wife makes a very good salary to the point where I didn’t really have to worry financially during that time. But I’m torn on what to do. I’m a big believer in “if you don’t stand for something, you can fall for anything” yet I also realize that it might be child’s play that I’m fighting for 60% of my gross for 3 weeks.
2024.04.29 04:20 advicethrowaway1221 Back in College (2017), I signed a lease for an apartment but had to back out - the leasing agent didn't let us back out.
I had to back out as I found a work opportunity in another state and the company threw our lease into collections. It has been on my credit report ever since and has been hurting me financially ever since when looking for a place to rent, and hurting now as I am starting to look for my first home to buy.
I will try to be as descriptive as possible but concise. Two friends and I started the process in locking down our next housing situation very well before our current lease was up. (started process in ~February and new lease was to begin in August). We found a unit through a university affiliated building in a major US city. We started the process to sign the lease - we had to pay an application fee (but it was waived by the leasing agent), we needed grantors (we all used our parents - though, in my case, my parent took their time to sign the grantor paperwork and it never ended up being submitted to the leasing agent), and finally the contract (which was the lease).
We all were rushed by the leasing agent to sign because the waived application fee only lasted a few days to a week if I remember correctly. So my friends got their grantor's signatures and signed the lease and i signed the lease as well. At this point, a few days go by and I figured out that I would actually have to move away from the city because i got a better job prospect in another state. I notified my friends and we went to the leasing agent to notify that we have to cancel the lease. They said we are not allowed to cancel. We stated our case mentioning that the lease doesn't start for 5 months from then, we are giving ample time to find new tenants etc. My two friends are more well off than me so their families hired a lawyer, but the lawyer ended up not doing anything.
Fast forward to the lease start date in August 2017, the very first week the lease started, we all received letters that the total lease amount that we were each obligated to was sent to 3rd party collections. I believe the statute of limitation is 7 years so this August I am anticipating this to fall off my credit report which will be a relief of a lifetime. However, I still want to ask anyone in here who happens to specialize in this sort of area for advice on what can possibly be done about this.
(I wish i could sue the company for predatory behavior or something and get some kind of justice. I know i signed a contract and i am liable for that but i was also a college kid and was rushed and everything else.)
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I will try to be as descriptive as possible but concise. Two friends and I started the process in locking down our next housing situation very well before our current lease was up. (started process in ~February and new lease was to begin in August). We found a unit through a university affiliated building in a major US city. We started the process to sign the lease - we had to pay an application fee (but it was waived by the leasing agent), we needed grantors (we all used our parents - though, in my case, my parent took their time to sign the grantor paperwork and it never ended up being submitted to the leasing agent), and finally the contract (which was the lease).
We all were rushed by the leasing agent to sign because the waived application fee only lasted a few days to a week if I remember correctly. So my friends got their grantor's signatures and signed the lease and i signed the lease as well. At this point, a few days go by and I figured out that I would actually have to move away from the city because i got a better job prospect in another state. I notified my friends and we went to the leasing agent to notify that we have to cancel the lease. They said we are not allowed to cancel. We stated our case mentioning that the lease doesn't start for 5 months from then, we are giving ample time to find new tenants etc. My two friends are more well off than me so their families hired a lawyer, but the lawyer ended up not doing anything.
Fast forward to the lease start date in August 2017, the very first week the lease started, we all received letters that the total lease amount that we were each obligated to was sent to 3rd party collections. I believe the statute of limitation is 7 years so this August I am anticipating this to fall off my credit report which will be a relief of a lifetime. However, I still want to ask anyone in here who happens to specialize in this sort of area for advice on what can possibly be done about this.
(I wish i could sue the company for predatory behavior or something and get some kind of justice. I know i signed a contract and i am liable for that but i was also a college kid and was rushed and everything else.)
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2024.04.29 03:59 EpipWash Advice please.
Hello everyone!
So. I have this situation.
I am a college professor (vet school) and I've been "dating" this girl that is not directly my student but I am her supervisor at her professional practices. (Both over 21 y/o)
We have hung out like 6 times to do casual stuff like going out for a coffee, have dinner and once we had a couple of drinks (this last one no one ended drunk and there was no physical contact. I am handling this situation pretty carefully and in a respectful manner) and we text everyday and usually chat till late night.
She never refused when I invited her to do something after clinical practices and she has asked me too to go out with her.
Thing is. I am starting to like her and I am not sure if she likes me too or she just enjoys spending time with me.
She once talked about other student seeing us together and setting boundaries about me being "superior" in a professional manner by my professodoctor rank but didn't really understood those boundaries (because we still had "dates" after that conversation) or made something clear about the situation.
I wanted to know if it is appropriate that a professor dates a student or should I wait for her to finish her career??
Sorry for my rusty English. Haven't spoken or written anything in years.
Cheers!
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So. I have this situation.
I am a college professor (vet school) and I've been "dating" this girl that is not directly my student but I am her supervisor at her professional practices. (Both over 21 y/o)
We have hung out like 6 times to do casual stuff like going out for a coffee, have dinner and once we had a couple of drinks (this last one no one ended drunk and there was no physical contact. I am handling this situation pretty carefully and in a respectful manner) and we text everyday and usually chat till late night.
She never refused when I invited her to do something after clinical practices and she has asked me too to go out with her.
Thing is. I am starting to like her and I am not sure if she likes me too or she just enjoys spending time with me.
She once talked about other student seeing us together and setting boundaries about me being "superior" in a professional manner by my professodoctor rank but didn't really understood those boundaries (because we still had "dates" after that conversation) or made something clear about the situation.
I wanted to know if it is appropriate that a professor dates a student or should I wait for her to finish her career??
Sorry for my rusty English. Haven't spoken or written anything in years.
Cheers!
2024.04.29 03:58 holeyshirt18 DEBATE/EVENT SCHEDULE THIS WEEK: David Beir, Breaking Points Debate, Bridges: Turkey Tom
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2024.04.29 03:56 Fearless_Pick_6112 absolutely no guy has ever shown interest in me
I(20f) have never been hit on, asked out, asked for my number, complimented, approached, had a guy try to make friends with me, been hit on at a party, and when guys talk to me it's to ask how they can get with my friends. I don't think I'm ugly. I'm not super hot or anything but I've been told I'm pretty by multiple strangers(girls) and I'm fit and everything. I also don't have a horrible personality or anything, I'm friendly and normal, I just tend to be low energy/depressed/negative and I'm pretty socially anxious. Most people I know started dating in middle to high school. Boys at my school always ignored me but I figured things would change once I got to college. I go to a major party school and I'm at the end of my sophomore year, nothing has changed and I've still never gotten any type of attention from any guy. I'm very shy and awkward and I definitely have never tried to flirt with a guy or anything, but I'm not so shy that it's weird. I talk to people in class and I'm pretty chatty, I just don't approach people I don't know. I am very nervous and awkward around guys and even if I'm kissing someone at a party I will sometimes avoid eye contact with them, or if there is a guy who I'm intimidated by in my class I will avoid eye contact. But most guys in my classes I can talk to them fine. I'm in a sorority, go to parties, have a job, and have made an effort to go to different activities and I will approach strangers and try to make friends if it's the first day of class or something. I smile at everyone and I don't have trouble making friends. Every girl I know(both more/less attractive and more/less extroverted than me) has had multiple relationships and is currently talking to multiple guys, and it seems like it's easy to get attention for every single girl except for me. My family and friends always ask if I have a boyfriend and are surprised when once again no boy has ever even looked at me except to ask for my friend's number or something like that. I don't have a single friend who is in my situation, even my friends that are shy/were previously in the same situation have all gotten boyfriends while I can't even get a guy to look at me. I'm not desperate for a boyfriend right now or anything I'm just concerned that this will never change because clearly it has to be something I'm doing wrong. Idk if other girls just shoot their shot or what but I'm too shy to do that and it seems like most of the time they get hit on by the guy, not the other way around. Can someone please tell me what's wrong with me?
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2024.04.29 03:56 somewhereoutthere222 Am I right to be hurt?
Hi I've never posted here before so bare with me, I really just need to rant. So I'm getting married in a few months and since the start of my relationship my MIL has been very passive aggressive towards me and my fiancé. She gaslights him and I and she likes to mention his ex a lot, she is still is in contact with his ex. So fast forward to this weekend my fiancé's ex graduated from college which good for her she's worked hard for that, my MIL went to her graduation which I have no problem if she want to be there go ahead with the problem I have is that it was posted on facebook and she didn't tell my fiancé she was going because she knew he wouldn't be happy. Mind you when we got engaged there was nothing posted about it on facebook, there has even been times that she has excluded pictures of me with the family. I just don't know what to do anymore, my fiancé is going to block his mom on social media but I can't because I work with her. I just need support.
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2024.04.29 03:54 jpm7791 What level fan are you?
Obviously, utter non fans of CFB aren't going to be on this sub, but for purposes of discussion, what level of fan are you of CFB and your team? Has your fandom changed over the years with changes in your life and/or with your team?
0: Totally oblivious to anything beyond the bare existence of the sport.
1: Will generally check a local team's or alma mater's score and/or be aware of what teams are good this year. Might watch part of the national championship game.
2: Have a team you root for, might watch one or two of their games a year. Might check scores of big national games.
3: Follow your team to the extent that you know a few players, vaguely keep up with conference standings. Will watch a few big bowl games. Might put a game on in the background on Saturdays.
4: Went to some of your alma mater's games in college or watched as a kid on TV. Own one piece of team gear. Try to check the score during games each week. Might watch a game here and there but other things take precedence. Haven't been to a game since college. Vaguely know what teams are "supposed to be good this year."
5: Have been to at least one home game post college. Own 2+ pieces of gear. Watch games insofar as possible. Occasionally check in on other teams in conference. Might go to a watch party.
6: Sometimes check "the boards." Will read occasional article about your team. Planning on going to another home game sometime in the future. Generally have CFB on TV on Saturdays and check scores but not always familiar with players, story lines, etc. A fan.
7: Post on message boards. Have been to many games, home and away, of your team. Planning on more. Familiar with roster, story lines, and some history of your team. Vague knowledge of history of the sport, check in on rival teams and conference mates, but don't usually watch games on TV not involving your team. Watch the games but sometimes record them and don't get around to it.
8: Follow recruiting in general. Know the names. Try to go to a game as frequently as time, money, and family allow. Lifelong fan. Knowledgeable enough about history of the sport to debate and talk about it confidently, but mostly only as it involves your team. Went to all the games in college or at least followed closely as a kid. You have gear for your kids. You watch every game on TV unless something important intervenes. A big fan.
9: Small time boostedonor and/or season ticket holder. You have memorabilia in your den. You travel to games. You tailgate. You have autographs. You don't miss a game on TV unless someone dies. You watch games on your phone at weddings. You know a lot about the history of the team and the sport to the point that you read books about it. You are on boards within boards. You've met a recruit at an event. You have been to a spring game. You've shaken the coach's hand. A huge fan.
10: Legit booster. Saturday revolves around CFB. You host watch parties. You have intergenerational season tickets. Never miss a game. Have traveled to multiple bowl games. You are good friends with your "seat neighbors" and party with them at road games. You are on committees. You've had recruits at your house. You don't need to be on the boards because you're part of the scene. You know what's going on across the sport each week.
If you don't have money and access you have neurodivergent knowledge of the team, history of the sport, team, conference, etc. Follow recruiting daily. Watch games multiple times to pick up on schemes, strategy, etc. Follow every rumor, injury, transfer, etc.
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0: Totally oblivious to anything beyond the bare existence of the sport.
1: Will generally check a local team's or alma mater's score and/or be aware of what teams are good this year. Might watch part of the national championship game.
2: Have a team you root for, might watch one or two of their games a year. Might check scores of big national games.
3: Follow your team to the extent that you know a few players, vaguely keep up with conference standings. Will watch a few big bowl games. Might put a game on in the background on Saturdays.
4: Went to some of your alma mater's games in college or watched as a kid on TV. Own one piece of team gear. Try to check the score during games each week. Might watch a game here and there but other things take precedence. Haven't been to a game since college. Vaguely know what teams are "supposed to be good this year."
5: Have been to at least one home game post college. Own 2+ pieces of gear. Watch games insofar as possible. Occasionally check in on other teams in conference. Might go to a watch party.
6: Sometimes check "the boards." Will read occasional article about your team. Planning on going to another home game sometime in the future. Generally have CFB on TV on Saturdays and check scores but not always familiar with players, story lines, etc. A fan.
7: Post on message boards. Have been to many games, home and away, of your team. Planning on more. Familiar with roster, story lines, and some history of your team. Vague knowledge of history of the sport, check in on rival teams and conference mates, but don't usually watch games on TV not involving your team. Watch the games but sometimes record them and don't get around to it.
8: Follow recruiting in general. Know the names. Try to go to a game as frequently as time, money, and family allow. Lifelong fan. Knowledgeable enough about history of the sport to debate and talk about it confidently, but mostly only as it involves your team. Went to all the games in college or at least followed closely as a kid. You have gear for your kids. You watch every game on TV unless something important intervenes. A big fan.
9: Small time boostedonor and/or season ticket holder. You have memorabilia in your den. You travel to games. You tailgate. You have autographs. You don't miss a game on TV unless someone dies. You watch games on your phone at weddings. You know a lot about the history of the team and the sport to the point that you read books about it. You are on boards within boards. You've met a recruit at an event. You have been to a spring game. You've shaken the coach's hand. A huge fan.
10: Legit booster. Saturday revolves around CFB. You host watch parties. You have intergenerational season tickets. Never miss a game. Have traveled to multiple bowl games. You are good friends with your "seat neighbors" and party with them at road games. You are on committees. You've had recruits at your house. You don't need to be on the boards because you're part of the scene. You know what's going on across the sport each week.
If you don't have money and access you have neurodivergent knowledge of the team, history of the sport, team, conference, etc. Follow recruiting daily. Watch games multiple times to pick up on schemes, strategy, etc. Follow every rumor, injury, transfer, etc.
10: ????
2024.04.29 03:47 Lazy_Football_511 Community college research paper
I have recently started taking community college courses after not having any formal education since graduating from high school back in 1987. One assignment I have to turn in is a research paper but I do not think the professor of the English Composition course is interested in what I recall as a research paper (footnotes, cited references, bibliography, and whatnot). Here are some of the research topics he printed out for selection:
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- Work experience vs. formal education
- Electric vehicles vs. conventional gas vehicles
- Southern climate vs. Northern climate
- Ethical justification of BARGAIN PRICES for 3rd world merchandise
- Sports Experience: SPECTATOR vs PARTICIPANT
- Factors needed to choose a wholesome neighborhood
2024.04.29 03:47 No_Republic_7236 My straight crush talked to me and I freaked
I'm a college senior and went to this dance my school had. I saw this guy that I had seen in a class before and thought was cute and he was dancing with his friends. Near the end of the dance I went up to one of this guy's friends and asked him if he was straight. His friend responded "Yea, sorry," and smiled and I just laughed it off and forgot about it. That was like 4 weeks ago. This past weekend, the school was doing a spring concert and I went to a darty beforehand with some friends. We got there maybe 5PM, but I was already crossed at that point, and ofc this is when this guy approaches me. He came up to me with one of his friends and asked if we knew each other. Honestly I'm not the most socially confident person I lowkey froze and didn't know what to say. I just sorta shrugged and was like "No I don't think so..." Because like I was told he was straight. His friend was like "Hes so into you haha just kidding" and I was so confused and he asked for my name and basically left. I feel so stupid for missing this opportunity to say something but I wasn't sure what to say because I was literally told he was straight. I'm pretty sure he knows also, because I saw his same friend from the first night later at the party and we made intense eye contact- but IDK for sure.
I reached out on insta but he doesn't seem to be active so I feel like I really wasted an opportunity because of social anxiety. Aghhhh what should I do here?
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I reached out on insta but he doesn't seem to be active so I feel like I really wasted an opportunity because of social anxiety. Aghhhh what should I do here?
2024.04.29 03:34 Lacox10 Bullying
My son is a sophomore in high school, very athletic, clean cut/cute and very shy. At lunch table with fellow sophomore soccer teammates, one of them decided to play a “whisper down the lane” type game and the sentence they all had to whisper was that my son “was a bitch and he should kill himself”. (Hard for me to see that in writing).
My son got very emotional during the game and shoved the kid. Not one table mate stood up for him. Now my son sits at the lunch table at the end and looks at his phone the whole time and never talks. This same kid also repeatedly told my son that he wants to kidnap my daughter in a van and have sex with her (she’s 20 and in college).
What should I do here? Leave it alone? Contact the kids mom? I fear whatever I do may just make the bullying worse.
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My son got very emotional during the game and shoved the kid. Not one table mate stood up for him. Now my son sits at the lunch table at the end and looks at his phone the whole time and never talks. This same kid also repeatedly told my son that he wants to kidnap my daughter in a van and have sex with her (she’s 20 and in college).
What should I do here? Leave it alone? Contact the kids mom? I fear whatever I do may just make the bullying worse.
2024.04.29 03:26 Mysterious_War_6264 Feeling depressed because I need a different job but don't know what
I (27) have been working at an abusive, manipulative job for over a year now. I hate it so much yet I haven't been able to apply for a different one that would be better for my physical and mental health. I guess I feel like it needs to aline with my career goals (video production based) but my specific career goals don't aline with a lot of jobs out there or I lack the experience. I don't have the best network and because of my current job, and I've been too exhausted to work on projects that would give me more experience.
Maybe this sounds like a bunch of excuses, but I have a lot of fear that makes it hard for me to just do that needs to be done to help myself. I have applied for several places but they either never get back to me, get back to me a month later, or the job expired. This is just typical for any job, but I have a hard time dealing with it because of the amount of research involved for every job. I have to research the company, figure out reviews from other employees, find out if the location is ideal, is the pay is okay, and then I have to make a resume, cover letter, and maybe even include letters of recommendation. And then they don't tell you sometimes when the job expires so good luck.
THIS is what should have been taught in high school, and there should have been a whole-ass course about applying for jobs in college, because its really what WILL get you the job, along with experience and charisma. I feel so dumb because I know my grammar isn't the greatest, and I mix up past and present tense, even though I only know english (and a bit of ASL), so I feel like my resume might sound weird if someone doesn't check it for me.
How do I stay motivated?
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Maybe this sounds like a bunch of excuses, but I have a lot of fear that makes it hard for me to just do that needs to be done to help myself. I have applied for several places but they either never get back to me, get back to me a month later, or the job expired. This is just typical for any job, but I have a hard time dealing with it because of the amount of research involved for every job. I have to research the company, figure out reviews from other employees, find out if the location is ideal, is the pay is okay, and then I have to make a resume, cover letter, and maybe even include letters of recommendation. And then they don't tell you sometimes when the job expires so good luck.
THIS is what should have been taught in high school, and there should have been a whole-ass course about applying for jobs in college, because its really what WILL get you the job, along with experience and charisma. I feel so dumb because I know my grammar isn't the greatest, and I mix up past and present tense, even though I only know english (and a bit of ASL), so I feel like my resume might sound weird if someone doesn't check it for me.
How do I stay motivated?
2024.04.29 03:24 Friendly-Phone7139 What the hell went wrong with me? I need to do better
TLDR: I used to be very social in high school and my first year of college, but certain incidents led me to become a social hermit. I got a letter from the people who live right next to me and I cried because it was the first time in a long time I felt seen, and it caused me to reflect on my college experience.
I am graduating next week from college. I feel like I lost more than I gained honestly. Let me start from the beginning
During my high school years, I moved to a new high school in my sophomore year. I was extremely nervous, but I was able to get accepted quickly by taking chances and risks and whatnot. Somehow, I was able to make friends pretty quickly. I was funny, I was quick-witted, and I was able to work my way up to leadership positions by Senior Year. I somehow got into a great college, full ride as well. I got my acceptances, and it turned out, my best friend would be going to a nearby college to the one I was going to.
COVID hit my senior year spring semester, and I consider myself extremely lucky during this time period. I was able to stay home, and school was extremely lax. Best of all, I was talking with my best friend pretty much every day. I honestly considered that summer to be one of the best summers I have ever had. Then, I got the news that my college would be fully online for my freshman year, but you could live in the freshman dorms. I decided to stay home. I didn't mind it that much, I got to skip freshman year dorms, and I lived with my parents and my sister, and I was, and am, extremely lucky to have a good family. Now I made the decision that even if everything was online, I was still going to bust my ass making friends.
And somehow, I did! I made 3 great friends, and we used to hang out on zoom or FaceTime just doing homework or just messing around. On top of that, I still made time for my best friend, and some of the weedout classes were made easy just for the fact that I could focus on my work and admire the quiet suburbs of my home.
I got the news that my college would be back in person for my sophomore year, and I was stoked. I figured, I could pull off what I did in high school, where I could make more friends and get opportunities, and so on and so forth. Better yet, I had the advantage going in that at least I had 3 good friends. But when my dad dropped me off at the dorm and left me alone for that day, I felt this feeling of paralysis washing over me. I couldn't move, not even to go to the bathroom or even eat. I laid in my bed all evening and I couldn't sleep. The constant car noises, the heat of the dorms (there was no AC), and the fact that there was someone on the other side of the room scared the living shit out of me. I decided the next day to get out to get to the dining hall to get some breakfast, and what do you know? I lost my ID, which means I couldn't get food that day, and would have to wait for about a day to get a new ID. I made the decision to at least visit the local Target, and get some groceries. That day, I only had about 4 granola bars before I was able to get a new ID, and since then I have never lost that ID.
The first few days were pretty bad, but I figured, its okay, a lot of people are probably going through the same thing I did. I was looking forward to meeting my friends once they moved in over the weekend. I got over my feeling of paralysis during the first week of classes, but I still couldn't sleep much during the first two weeks of classes. My friends were pretty good too, but the obvious cracks started to show once we were getting piled on with more and more work. One person, Elena, in the group got mad at this one other person for hanging out with this one other group, and then this other friend failed to get his work for a group project done on time. I chose to stick with Elena, but I was still friendly with the other people in the friend group. I figure, it was just a misunderstanding and maybe we shouldn't involve our professional and personal lives together. Anyway, I quickly came to realize what Elena was capable of. For some reason, she became attached to me, and I am ashamed to admit that I entertained it, at least for the first couple months. I listened to her vent all the time, and encouraging her that she was right in all of her situations. I helped with projects and whatnot. She would find a ton of faults in every person that she met or that I met, and she said that I was the exception. I knew it was wrong, but it felt nice hearing that.
I finally "woke up" when I hung out with my best friend from high school. We had plans to meet up at the movie theater, and then explore the city we were in because it was Thanksgiving break and school finally slowed down. That did not go over well with Elena. At the end of the day, my best friend and I were rushing to get to the bus, since the last one was leaving soon, and otherwise, my friend would have to call an Uber. We bump into Elena, and I quickly said hello and I said "I'll catch up with you soon, we gotta catch the bus". At that point I was tired and was caught off guard because I didn't expect to see anyone I knew that day. Looking back, I think she was expecting us to invite her to catch the bus? But we were in a hurry, so I didn't think quickly enough. We get to the bus, and I bid my friend farewell. I'm walking back to my dorm, and I check my phone to a barrage of texts from Elena. "Who was that woman? You both were so rude and disrespectful" and other lines. She blocked me that night when I tried to explain the situation.
I figure, I am gonna let her cool off, and I went to the library to get some work done so I don't have to suffer through the week. It was around lunch, and I got a couple of texts from my roommate, and he said that Elena was knocking on the door and he let her in. I don't talk about people behind their back, so I didn't apprise my roommate about the situation. I asked a ton of questions asking what the hell is she doing, why is she there etc. He said she was on my bed. She left apparently when I told him I am coming back right away. She proceeds to unblock me, and I send her texts saying we are done, and I don't want to see her again. She begged me to reconsider and she would try to change, and I declined. I blocked her, and I told my roommate not to let her in again.
So now, I was down to zero friends by the end of my first semester sophomore year in college. But hey, at least my grades were okay. They quickly went kaput during my spring semester. I got some pretty low grades in necessary classes, and I basically became a hermit for that spring semester. I lost so much motivation by the time I finished the spring semester, and stayed back home for the summer.
I was still friendly with people, but it wasn't anything like the close bonds I felt in my high school and freshman year of college. I went headfirst into my studies, and I managed to get my grades at the cost of being anti social and basically being a dorm rat. I tried a couple of times to make friends with people, but to no avail. At the time, I did not mind because I needed to focus on getting my GPA up again.
So that was basically the rest of my college career. Eventually, a lot of people came to see what a person Elena was, and wouldn't associate with her. My senior year, I struck up a convo with my friend from freshman year. We kept in touch throughout college, but we were never as close as were in freshman year. I was talking to her when I realized I was nervous, I kept stumbling over my words and just blanking on what to say, it was the most awkward conversation I ever had. It was honestly the first time I had a conversation with someone in months. I used to be articulate, I was good at putting someone at ease. A lot of women have said that they feel safe around me. I like to think this is still the case, because I never get bad looks from anyone, nor do I engage in weird behavior. I don't make weird or offputting jokes, but I can make people laugh nonetheless. Now, its like I have lost that skill completely.
Just about 2 hours ago, I get a note from the women that live right next to me. I live in a single room, so I don't have a roommate, but I share a bathroom with the two other women. They wrote me a note thanking me for keeping the bathroom clean, always getting hand soap and paper towels, and for not being a creep. I get where they are coming from, I would be weary if I were in that situation. After a bit, I started crying over that note. It was the first time in roughly 3 years that someone went out of their way to get me something, even if it was just a thank you card. I teared up not only because they cared enough, but because it hit me all at once that college was not what I expected to be and you couldn't pay me to go back. I don't really have fond memories to look back on, because some of it was tainted. I haven't felt this way in a while. I shut myself off from the world and its now just starting to hit me.
Obviously, this was 2 or 3 hours ago, but I am starting to reevaluate my life. This summer, I have the opportunity to wipe the slate clean. I am going into grad school by the skin of my teeth this fall. This summer, I am going to lose a ton of weight, and somehow, someway, I am going to start getting my social skills back. I am looking into volunteer programs at home, so I figure that is a good place to start. I just want to get back to the person I used to be. That's all there is to say I guess. Thanks for reading if you took the time to read this far.
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I am graduating next week from college. I feel like I lost more than I gained honestly. Let me start from the beginning
During my high school years, I moved to a new high school in my sophomore year. I was extremely nervous, but I was able to get accepted quickly by taking chances and risks and whatnot. Somehow, I was able to make friends pretty quickly. I was funny, I was quick-witted, and I was able to work my way up to leadership positions by Senior Year. I somehow got into a great college, full ride as well. I got my acceptances, and it turned out, my best friend would be going to a nearby college to the one I was going to.
COVID hit my senior year spring semester, and I consider myself extremely lucky during this time period. I was able to stay home, and school was extremely lax. Best of all, I was talking with my best friend pretty much every day. I honestly considered that summer to be one of the best summers I have ever had. Then, I got the news that my college would be fully online for my freshman year, but you could live in the freshman dorms. I decided to stay home. I didn't mind it that much, I got to skip freshman year dorms, and I lived with my parents and my sister, and I was, and am, extremely lucky to have a good family. Now I made the decision that even if everything was online, I was still going to bust my ass making friends.
And somehow, I did! I made 3 great friends, and we used to hang out on zoom or FaceTime just doing homework or just messing around. On top of that, I still made time for my best friend, and some of the weedout classes were made easy just for the fact that I could focus on my work and admire the quiet suburbs of my home.
I got the news that my college would be back in person for my sophomore year, and I was stoked. I figured, I could pull off what I did in high school, where I could make more friends and get opportunities, and so on and so forth. Better yet, I had the advantage going in that at least I had 3 good friends. But when my dad dropped me off at the dorm and left me alone for that day, I felt this feeling of paralysis washing over me. I couldn't move, not even to go to the bathroom or even eat. I laid in my bed all evening and I couldn't sleep. The constant car noises, the heat of the dorms (there was no AC), and the fact that there was someone on the other side of the room scared the living shit out of me. I decided the next day to get out to get to the dining hall to get some breakfast, and what do you know? I lost my ID, which means I couldn't get food that day, and would have to wait for about a day to get a new ID. I made the decision to at least visit the local Target, and get some groceries. That day, I only had about 4 granola bars before I was able to get a new ID, and since then I have never lost that ID.
The first few days were pretty bad, but I figured, its okay, a lot of people are probably going through the same thing I did. I was looking forward to meeting my friends once they moved in over the weekend. I got over my feeling of paralysis during the first week of classes, but I still couldn't sleep much during the first two weeks of classes. My friends were pretty good too, but the obvious cracks started to show once we were getting piled on with more and more work. One person, Elena, in the group got mad at this one other person for hanging out with this one other group, and then this other friend failed to get his work for a group project done on time. I chose to stick with Elena, but I was still friendly with the other people in the friend group. I figure, it was just a misunderstanding and maybe we shouldn't involve our professional and personal lives together. Anyway, I quickly came to realize what Elena was capable of. For some reason, she became attached to me, and I am ashamed to admit that I entertained it, at least for the first couple months. I listened to her vent all the time, and encouraging her that she was right in all of her situations. I helped with projects and whatnot. She would find a ton of faults in every person that she met or that I met, and she said that I was the exception. I knew it was wrong, but it felt nice hearing that.
I finally "woke up" when I hung out with my best friend from high school. We had plans to meet up at the movie theater, and then explore the city we were in because it was Thanksgiving break and school finally slowed down. That did not go over well with Elena. At the end of the day, my best friend and I were rushing to get to the bus, since the last one was leaving soon, and otherwise, my friend would have to call an Uber. We bump into Elena, and I quickly said hello and I said "I'll catch up with you soon, we gotta catch the bus". At that point I was tired and was caught off guard because I didn't expect to see anyone I knew that day. Looking back, I think she was expecting us to invite her to catch the bus? But we were in a hurry, so I didn't think quickly enough. We get to the bus, and I bid my friend farewell. I'm walking back to my dorm, and I check my phone to a barrage of texts from Elena. "Who was that woman? You both were so rude and disrespectful" and other lines. She blocked me that night when I tried to explain the situation.
I figure, I am gonna let her cool off, and I went to the library to get some work done so I don't have to suffer through the week. It was around lunch, and I got a couple of texts from my roommate, and he said that Elena was knocking on the door and he let her in. I don't talk about people behind their back, so I didn't apprise my roommate about the situation. I asked a ton of questions asking what the hell is she doing, why is she there etc. He said she was on my bed. She left apparently when I told him I am coming back right away. She proceeds to unblock me, and I send her texts saying we are done, and I don't want to see her again. She begged me to reconsider and she would try to change, and I declined. I blocked her, and I told my roommate not to let her in again.
So now, I was down to zero friends by the end of my first semester sophomore year in college. But hey, at least my grades were okay. They quickly went kaput during my spring semester. I got some pretty low grades in necessary classes, and I basically became a hermit for that spring semester. I lost so much motivation by the time I finished the spring semester, and stayed back home for the summer.
I was still friendly with people, but it wasn't anything like the close bonds I felt in my high school and freshman year of college. I went headfirst into my studies, and I managed to get my grades at the cost of being anti social and basically being a dorm rat. I tried a couple of times to make friends with people, but to no avail. At the time, I did not mind because I needed to focus on getting my GPA up again.
So that was basically the rest of my college career. Eventually, a lot of people came to see what a person Elena was, and wouldn't associate with her. My senior year, I struck up a convo with my friend from freshman year. We kept in touch throughout college, but we were never as close as were in freshman year. I was talking to her when I realized I was nervous, I kept stumbling over my words and just blanking on what to say, it was the most awkward conversation I ever had. It was honestly the first time I had a conversation with someone in months. I used to be articulate, I was good at putting someone at ease. A lot of women have said that they feel safe around me. I like to think this is still the case, because I never get bad looks from anyone, nor do I engage in weird behavior. I don't make weird or offputting jokes, but I can make people laugh nonetheless. Now, its like I have lost that skill completely.
Just about 2 hours ago, I get a note from the women that live right next to me. I live in a single room, so I don't have a roommate, but I share a bathroom with the two other women. They wrote me a note thanking me for keeping the bathroom clean, always getting hand soap and paper towels, and for not being a creep. I get where they are coming from, I would be weary if I were in that situation. After a bit, I started crying over that note. It was the first time in roughly 3 years that someone went out of their way to get me something, even if it was just a thank you card. I teared up not only because they cared enough, but because it hit me all at once that college was not what I expected to be and you couldn't pay me to go back. I don't really have fond memories to look back on, because some of it was tainted. I haven't felt this way in a while. I shut myself off from the world and its now just starting to hit me.
Obviously, this was 2 or 3 hours ago, but I am starting to reevaluate my life. This summer, I have the opportunity to wipe the slate clean. I am going into grad school by the skin of my teeth this fall. This summer, I am going to lose a ton of weight, and somehow, someway, I am going to start getting my social skills back. I am looking into volunteer programs at home, so I figure that is a good place to start. I just want to get back to the person I used to be. That's all there is to say I guess. Thanks for reading if you took the time to read this far.
2024.04.29 03:16 Clean-Speed-6236 PGWP question
hello 👋 I'm reaching out for some advice and clarity regarding my recent study and work experiences. After completing high school, I enrolled in a college program. I had a friend help me apply for a study permit, which also included a co-op work permit due to the field placement component of my program. However, after taking an English proficiency test, I didn't meet the requirements for the main program and had to take ESL courses first. Due to my limited English skills at the time, I started working for about a month without realizing that I wasn't allowed to work while enrolled in ESL courses. Additionally, because of the Covid period, i decided to work to reduce stress and improve my English skills. I believed that since I had a work permit at the time, it was permissible for me to work. I worked very few hours during that time, averaging less than 10 hours per week and earning approximately $700 over five weeks. Now that l've completed the main study program and started applying for the Post-Graduation Work Permit (PGWP), I'm concerned that my previous unauthorized work experience may jeopardize my PGWP application. I'm currently drafting an explanation letter for this matter, but I'm quite anxious. I'm uncertain if I'll be allowed to work full-time after applying for the PGWP and if my chances of obtaining the PGWP are high given my situation. Any insights or advice would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your help.
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