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What was that?
I liked it, I think, but what did any of it mean? Is there some secret I missed out on?
Is it meant to just be “Nicole is an asshole and either dies, gets addicted to 12 different drugs, gets homeless, or gets off Scott free.”
I dunno. Like, it’s well-made and funny, I just don’t get the point.

Hello, I am open to cisgender and/or transgender females in order to have a lifelong relationship together. I am not sure about wanting to stay in my country, so eventually relocating is something I'd be willing to do if you think it's realistic and that could work for us (so it's probably better if you're from the USA, or my country).
If you care about this, I don't really mind where you stand on the MBTI, I myself have scored as an INTP, INTJ and ISTJ, so if you are an introvert as well, that could be great. Need to add that I currently do not have a job, however I am trying my best in order to do things/courses and furthering my education/résumé.
What I'm searching in someone is:

Ideally vegan, plant-based, or in a serious path to become one (if you absolutely think that you cannot become one after having tried, for health/equally important reasons, I'll understand).
Drug/smoking/drinking/disease free (as I am) and keeps a reasonably healthy lifestyle at the very least.
Monogamous and loyal, who wants a lifelong relationship, and believes that is feasible for us to finally be together at some point.
Relatively close to my age (it's flexible, but +/- 4 years from my own seems reasonable).
Childfree (doesn't have nor want kids).
Not a ghoster.

Now these are the things that would describe me: I am very shy and introverted, and have never had a romantic relationship; I greatly value loyalty, love and understanding in someone, so if you give me that, you'll also receive it.
I'm generally very reluctant to take and post images of me publicly, but here I can describe a couple of physical traits, because I know it can be a deal breaker to some: I'm not very attractive, mostly because of my hairline and the fact that I wear glasses (I think I'm slightly better looking without them, but I'd rather not wear contact lenses for now), and I'm around 5'3''. That's the main thing, other than that I look average, but if I shave, I kind of look a bit stereotypically "nerdy".
As you've guessed by now, I'm plant-based, so essentially I follow a vegan diet and do not intend to change that. I am slightly left-leaning and don't tend to like extremes when it comes to politics; I am atheist/agnostic.
My hobbies are typically indoor, which includes things like: relaxing with music, doing digital art (sometimes), watching movies/shows/anime, browsing stuff on the Internet, and lately, reading some stuff. I am not much of a gamer, I don't even have a console anymore, but if that's your thing, when we meet and if you'd like, I'd definitely be willing to play with you in case that's one of your hobbies. I'll also be happy to join you in doing casual exercise if you like doing that, but I am by no means a hardcore gym-enthusiast.
My intention is to have, firstly, a LDR in order for us to get to know each other better and see if we're compatible, and if so, then it would hopefully develop into a healthy, loyal, and honest relationship. Not only that, but I'll also want to be your best friend, which means that I'll want to do all kinds of things together, from day to day stuff, to sharing hobbies, etc.
If you think this could actually work, feel free to send me a PM and tell me a bit about you! Have a nice day!

2–3 weeks ago in balance Ranch Academy (ages 13-18) had what most people are considering it’s worst day ever. An 18-year-old student signed out and came back in with about 0.5 gs of meth. Let two confirmed students use it, and it’s suspected that others did not get caught. remember that this is an AA recovery based program so relapses are a huge deal. One of the students who used it had never used the drug harder than weed, and will likely continue to struggle with hard cravings for years to come. These students got sent to IST and the next day signed out and from what I know are still in the nearby town. The same day there were almost 6 fights. One 18-year-old student got in a fight with a 14-year-old client, burst into his room while he was alone, told him to get on his knees and beg for his life, and the 14-year-old ended up going to the hospital. The campus continued to struggle and in a seven day period lost something like 10 students. at 30 students this is the smallest I’ve ever seen the campus during my almost 16 month stay. This place sucks. Fell free to ask me questions, pretty locked into the network and have some good on-campus connections still.

Just wanted to share this as a warning to never ignore test results just because of family history/preconceptions
Almost exactly 1 year ago, I got hit with awful tendonitis in my wrists very suddenly. At the same time, I got routine bloodwork that saw highly elevated liver enzymes. My doctor thought it could be drug-induced as I took some supplements and preworkout formulas that he advised me to stop. He thought it was not alcohol related because even though I drank like a typical college student, it was uncommon for a 21 year old to drink so much that they could damage their liver. I was also 5'11 180 lbs and in the middle of a bulk, and he said this was not overweight but advised me to lose weight and stop drinking just in case. So I stopped everything and dropped the bulk, as I wasn't able to lift with my tendonitis anyways.
For the next 3-4 months, I got bloodwork every month that showed my enzymes were going down, but still above the accepted range. Eventually in October, my doctor ordered several tests to determine if there was an autoimmune cause. My ANA and smooth muscle antibody were positive. This typically points to autoimmune hepatitis, but my LKM1 antibodies, another test for autoimmune hepatitis, was normal. My Rheumatoid Factor was also normal. However, my Celiac Serology was above the normal range at 441 mg/dL (normally between 69 - 309).
However, my doctor completely discounted this result. My family has no recorded history of celiac and I'm Asian. Apparently celiac is extremely uncommon in Asians. Due to these factors, my doctor said it was unlikely I had celiac and said the result was probably caused by inflammation muddying my test results. I didn't know any better and trusted this. After this, I had bloodwork done a month later that showed my liver enzymes were normalized and my doctor basically just said I was fine now, case closed.
On the tendonitis side, I went to PT for almost 6 months and the PT was convinced I had some underlying issue because wrist tendonitis should never last so long, especially since I was doing all my exercises and not using the computer as much. She was shocked when my Rheumatoid Factor was negative as she was convinced it must be RA. Either way, it did get somewhat better but just not fully healed. Where I started was being completely unable to put any pressure on my wrists at all, for example, I could not even use my wrists to lift myself out of a chair. By the end of PT in December, I was able to put pressure on my wrists but not a ton. My condition has remained the same since then. I still can't do any sort of heavy pressing exercises. It is frustrating as I often didn't even think rest had any correlation to the issues. I went on vacation for a full week a couple of months ago and didn't touch a keyboard at all and was rarely on my phone. My wrists were the same. Just a week ago I spent multiple days at my girlfriend's where I did not use a keyboard and rarely was on my phone. Same wrists.
Now comes the revelation. Something I've noticed in the past but never really paid much mind to was the fact that I would sometimes get really congested and tired after a meal. It was a rare occurrence and I never paid it much attention. Until it happened recently after I ordered Panda Express.
When I wake up my wrists are usually really good, I barely hear crackling when rotating them and they almost feel good as new. I woke up rather late and it was already lunchtime so I ordered takeout. After eating, I got insane congestion and brain fog. For the first time, I actually Googled why this could be happening and every answer said gluten or dairy allergy. Well, my meal had no dairy in it so... That's when I remembered my blood testing results. I went online to double check and yes, my celiac serology was indeed abnormal all those months ago. Then, the nail in the coffin, my wrists started feeling worse. The crackling was back in full force and there was definitely more pain then when I woke up.
I thought back to last year when all my symptoms first started happening. It was during an extremely busy semester so I ordered food almost every single day. Often two meals a day were ordered and sometimes even three. I ate a lot of it too since I was bulking. But then when my doctor told me to lose weight, it was also coincidentally summertime and I started to cook for myself. I would almost always just make some simple rice, meat, and veggies. I would order out occasionally and I would eat bread and pasta and oats, so although I don't fully remember, I suspect this would be the times when I got congested after eating and suffered the worst days of my wrist issues.
I messaged my doctor today with my symptoms of congestion and brain fog after eating my meal and asked about a connection to my celiac serology test. They responded saying that celiac or gluten intolerance is definitely believable now and told me to go on a gluten-free diet and call them to book an appointment. Appears they might finally be taking this angle seriously. I think the lesson here is obviously to never ignore test results just because it's "unlikely" due to your family or genetics. I am switching to a fully gluten-free diet now and I really hope it can help fully resolve my wrist issues with time.
TLDR: Doctor said my abnormal celiac serology bloodwork result was probably due to another reason since I am Asian and my family doesn't have celiac. Months later, I realized a connection between eating gluten and getting extremely congested and tired afterwards. Messaged my doctor and he finally is starting to take it seriously.

I am m24 gay if that matters with cats/dogs. I am looking for a reliable roommate, must be drug free, please message me if you’re interested. I am looking for people near my age range.

My mom had a manic episode (one of many) when I was 12 and went on a blind date with a complete stranger. A week later she drug me and my little brother out of bed and we went to the court house for their wedding. I met my new step sister at the wedding. My mom and my new step father wore matching tshirts of Snoopy on a motorcycle (???? Yeah idk why either but the pictures are iconic). My step dad was also mentally ill and hated me, a literal child, for no reason. He never spoke a single word to me for the next six years unless my mom PAID him (yep hahaha) to say good morning or good night to me. He pretended to be deaf when I would try to talk to him because he just didn’t want anything to do with me. His daughter (my step sis) was diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder (literal psychopathy l o l) at age 18 and is currently in jail for second degree murder sooo I’ll let y’all fill in the blanks as to what it was like to live with her LOL.
Anyway, it was ROUGH but i turned out really okay all things considered. Lots of therapy and I’m always the person in my friend groups with the most interesting back story. I also learned exactly what it means to be a good parent and my standards are now unbelievably high for myself and others. Ending generational trauma and all that jazz.
Feel free to AMA!

Now before die hard fans from either side attack with a fuming passion let’s really have this conversation. Oasis is amazing and had released one of the greatest debut albums and sophomore albums ever. I mean ‘what’s the story morning glory’ contains a nearly flawless trackless and the only blur album to come near that perfection (besides there best of album) is ‘Modern Life is Rubish’. Though Blur has released amazing albums such as ‘Parklife’ and the infamous ‘Blur’ self titled album, even though both are filled to the brim with catchy tunes and dancefloor hits, neither come to a level of full perfectionism that Oasis achieved. Though, Notice how I’ve named drop basically four Blur albums and two Oasis albums. Thats cause in the general consensus Oasis fell off after those two.
Now, further spark conversation I pose another question what do we count as an album. Talking about the fact of Oasis, the release a B-side Compilation called the Masterplan, a b-side album reaching the majestic Heights of there first two albums. Even listening now to this album is not a perfect track list but even there B-Sides that are found on the long and whimsical deluxe version of ‘what’s the story morning glory’ pose better than a good amount of bands entire catalogs. Blur on the other hands compilation album may be the way you know the band. What makes this compilation best of album stand out is the cover for starters. You know you have something amazing on your hands when the most iconic cover you have is for your best of. Which this compilation compiles the fan favorites and the Hitmakers with no room to breathe. Which in this case is a good thing. Because they chose no filler songs at all.
Oasis had also dropped the album that killed the band called ‘Be Here Now’ which is a belated album which is drug out far too long. Which would become the normal for the band with ‘standing on the shoulders of giants’ and ‘Heathen Chemistry’ which has a closing track that is 32 minutes. Blur has noticeably changed in there years, little improvements over there sound but else it felt the band played it safe and new the strat in the Brit pop. Oasis on the other hand changed there sounds and wanted something new, but they strayed to far away and killed the band. Oasis finished just okay though with 2 amazing final albums. But who is the better band.
My opinion, oasis, possibly everything I’ve said is leading you to think I’d pick blur. But oasis makes me feels things music has never.

I, (18F) moved in with my boyfriend (19M) a couple of months after I turned 18, and my parents were furious and hurt. There’s a lot to unpack with this one, so bear with me.
My parents (40F and 42M) are very religious and were somewhat strict while I was growing up. I have two younger brothers, one 17 and one 8 (this will be important later). For context, my father is a pastor at a local church and my parent’s religious beliefs are the reasoning behind most if not all of their actions. Growing up, I was never a stereotypical girl. I didn’t have many female friends and was usually not accepted in groups with guys as I was a girl and we were kids. I was extroverted as a child but due to being repeatedly rejected by kids my age, I became more introverted. I was a major nerd who loved superheroes and I wanted to play sports. Again, for context, the town I grew up in was very conservative and my parents are very conservative themselves. Girls liked girl things- even if they claimed that’s not how they felt, it’s how they acted. However, as a kid, I did not realize this. I played soccer and basketball growing up, regardless of how “weird” it made me because I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. I was probably around 9 or 10 at this point. It was around this time my parents started having issues with my hobbies. I remember my parents trying to convince me to be a cheerleader because I would “like it more,” but I insisted on playing basketball. (This basketball/cheer program was through our church by the way). Because I was still young, they let it slide, but to this day I remember them being annoyed with it. This is also around the time dieting was introduced to me as well as calorie counting. I have always struggled with my weight and so has my mother, so they were very adamant on making sure I was being “healthy.” I didn’t understand it, but as a child, the only thing I was worried about was making my parents happy. A lot of discipline I received revolved around emotion. What I was doing was right or wrong and if I did something wrong, I felt terrible and awful and would often come crying to my parents about the mistakes I made, fearful of their disappointment and anger if they found things out themselves. They also made everything a moral dilemma- everything was about God and religion and as a kid, it really messed with my head. I would blame myself for everything that went wrong, seeing it as God’s punishment for my behavior. When I was 9, I went so far as to blame my grandmother’s death on myself because I was hanging out with boys instead of girls. This made me to be more of an introvert and my now anxiety disorder is much much worse.
About a year later, my parents sat down with me and my brother and told us they wanted to adopt. At first, I was very excited. I loved the idea of having another brother or sister. And I wouldn’t trade my 8 year old brother (let’s call him Scott) for anything, but adopting kids is part of what triggered a huge change in my parent’s behavior. Also- I had started getting older. I loved playing video games, watching cartoons and writing. However, these weren’t the things they wanted me to like I guess, because I started to feel their judgment become more clear and apparent as I got older. Now, I assume this is because as a kid, I just did what I was told, or my oddities were assumed to fade over time, but that is not the case anymore. Anyways, entering middle school, our family fostered a little girl, let’s call her Ally. A young woman in our church had told us that Ally’s family was out of the picture, and as her aunt, she couldn’t take her in as she was already a single mom and planned on adopting her brother, but couldn’t handle all three alone. So my family stepped in- however, we had come to find that her father was still in the picture and was actively fighting for custody. And Ally was a bit of a handful. My parents have admitted that they expected to swoop in, save a child from a hard life and be the heroes, and when things were harder than that they were very upset. Ally was about three- she remembered her mom (who was in jail i believe), her sisters, her grandma and grandpa, as well as her dad. She didn’t want our family, she wanted hers. She didn’t listen to my parents and rejected their parenting. This is what started to make my parents snap. I understand it was hard for them, but now that I’m older, I get it. She was a little girl who wanted her family. But they took her rejection very seriously and were constantly unhappy with her and made sure she knew it. Children not listening immediately was newer to them as my brother and I both did pretty much whatever they asked, and they did not take well to being told “no” by a child. 8 months after living with Ally, she was taken in by her grandparents to live with them and her sisters. The next day, my parents took my brother and I on a small trip. I’m not sure if it was to cheer us up or to celebrate. I was quite sad though- I had started to really care about Ally and had convinced myself that “God would take care of things” and I would have a sister. But I was angry- God took someone away from me and I was doing everything right. Why was he punishing me? Nothing made sense. Yet, only a year later, my parents were considering taking in another child. I wanted nothing to do with it- God had already taken one sibling away from me. I couldn’t do it again. In the end, I agreed and soon became attached to this little boy, who was two when we met him. This was Scott. I immediately became attached- and I love this kid more than I can describe- he’s my little brother and I would do anything for him.
This is where things start to go further downhill. Scott has a lot of trauma and mental issues, one of those issues being oppositional defiant disorder. That basically means that listening to any form of authority is near impossible for him, and causes him to lash out and act younger than he is. This is probably due to a number of reasons, as he was severely neglected and abused as an infant and his birth mother was on several different substances while pregnant with him, to the point where he was born high on several illegal drugs. He was left in a car seat for most of his infant life, so the back of his head is slightly flattened due to this. My parents are very obedient/disciplined-based parents, so his behavior rocked their world. In my opinion, the way they handled things with Scott was borderline abusive. There were several occasions where he would say he hated them (as young children do when they're mad) and they would flip. Telling him that if he didn’t want them that was fine. They didn’t need him. He could run back to his other parents, but his mom was in jail and his dad didn’t want him, so good luck with that. If we were in the car when this happened, they would threaten to leave him on the side of the road and good luck finding his way home. Once my mother literally pulled to the side of the road, placed him outside the car and started driving so he would “think they would leave him if his actions didn’t change,” but she turned around to get him. Because they would “never actually abandon or hurt him,” their actions were justified and perfectly fine. They would tell him he was acting like a baby when he started to cry and scream. “Little baby Scott, do you need a diaper?” Is how they would tease him when he became older, which just made his tantrums worse. They would tell him how disappointed they were with him and that he should be ashamed of himself and the way he acted because they gave him everything. They would call him, to his face, “an ungrateful manipulative piece of shit.” Because according to my parents, he could control his actions 100% and was choosing to act out to make their lives difficult. While I understand that this was hard for them, in my opinion, this in no way excuses their behavior. One time, Scott was crying and was upset (who knows why, but the kid had a lot of trauma and mental issues so it didn’t bother me too much), and my mother picked him up and put him in his room. She told him that every time he tried to leave his room, she would take away one of his stuffed animals. (He had several that he loved very much). Because this sounded so terrible to him, he ran after her trying to say it wasn’t fair. So she went into his room and took a stuffed animal. This cycle continued while he cried and begged for her to stop, because he just didn’t get it that she was going to keep doing this over and over and his trying to convince her was making it worse. Eventually, there were none left, and she told him if he didn’t stop crying she was going to throw them all away. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I do know that several of them were thrown away, if not at that time than others. There are many other instances of things like this and worse occurring, but we’d be here for a while if I tried to recount them all. Moving forwards to closer when I was moving out-
Now, several years later, when I turned sixteen, I had come to terms with the fact that I was bisexual. This went against everything my family was for, and I knew exactly how they viewed queer people. So, I started learning about different branches of Christianity and felt like I knew a God who loved me as I was and was happy in my decision to switch denominations. (My parents were baptists, and I wanted to be non-denominational). A few months after this, I decided to tell my parents the truth. I had done my best to give them hints, but I wanted to be honest with them because I trusted that they would love me and be there for me no matter what. When I told them I wanted to talk to them about something, they pushed and pressed and I had been trying to wait to talk to them until the next day. I had been seeing my high school counselor, and she suggested giving them a heads-up before springing that conversation up on them. However, after telling them to wait, they went through my phone and saw that I had researched different denominations and read different sermons on queer-accepting faith. They were livid. To be clear- I had a friend over while this was happening. We were watching a movie and joking about how I lost my phone and couldn’t show them this picture I wanted to. Then, I was called upstairs. I had apparently betrayed my parents and, “how could I do this to them, when I had someone over?” My father demanded I send my friend home, but my mother convinced him for one more hour. I was told not to tell my friend anything they had said and to act like things were fine, but I couldn’t. I went back downstairs where we were hanging out and started sobbing. I felt like my whole world was falling apart. Everything was over- and the people I thought would love me no matter what made me so afraid and sad, I was completely broken. My friend did their best to comfort me and even felt weary to leave me alone with my family but I told them I’d be okay, and asked that they update our friends about the situation. That night was hellish. So many conversations, them trying to understand what I felt, but not taking me particularly seriously either. That night turned into weeks of books, slideshows, conversations, and prayers. It felt like at-home conversion therapy. Eventually, I was given a choice “put my convictional flag in the ground or loose their trust.” As the petrified 16 year old, I chose to lie. I put my “flag” in the ground and did my best to, “earn back their trust” and repair their reputation that I had tarnished. The next couple months were a blur. I felt so terrible about myself. I didn’t know what I thought or believed and I became extremely hyper anxious and depressed. I had lost all sense of privacy and I did trust my parents further than I could toss them. My 17 year old brother (he was 14 at the time, let’s call him James) was 100% on board with my parents. My life felt like a living nightmare. My parents had it so that all my texts sent or received from my phone would go directly to theirs, so I couldn’t even confide in my friends without getting into trouble (which had happened and was how I found out that they did that because I deleted the texts immediately after sending/receiving things).. Everything felt like it was about me and how I needed to earn back their trust and how I was a terrible betrayer who they were not proud of in the slightest. I had gone to get a pixie cut (with their approval) and after they told me I was disgusting and repulsive and would never find a man to love me. I was heartbroken and felt so alone and unloved in my house, while I had to watch my younger brother be treated the way he was by my parents.
Luckily, I had a lot of friends and our school counselor who had been there for me through everything. They showered me with support and love and made sure I had a safe space to exist and truthfully I think they’re the only reason I didn’t do anything drastic and am still here today. It was hard though because James went to the same school as me and would tell my parents if I was with anyone he knew was queer or queer accepting. This caused me to be very very paranoid about who I was with, when, where, etc. Constantly covering my tracks, having an excuse set up and ready to bolt if I saw anyone I knew. What made things equally hard is that the church my father works at is quite big in our area. So if someone from our church or someone who knew my family saw me with anyone they labeled as “queer” or “gay,” they would tell my family as well. For the most part, I didn’t feel safe anywhere. I was constantly alert and on guard, even when I was asleep as my parents had woken me up before to confront me about someone I was friends with at school.
Fortunately for me, despite everything being such a mess, I am quite academically smart. I got a job the second I turned sixteen as I had heard the horror stories of queer kids being kicked out and wanted to be prepared. I had been saving money, taking college classes (we have a state program that pays for the classes while you’re in high school), and putting on a show for my family for quite some time. After saving some money, I paid my parents for an older car that they had paid off ten or so years ago. After my brother turned 16, he claimed it was too hard to share a car with me, so while I was away visiting a friend they bought him a car and told us that they expected each of us to pay them one thousand dollars before we graduated high school and that when we did so, they would sign over our respective cars to us. To be clear, I contributed to insurance and paid for my own gas, as well as contributing to my phone bill and money for food. Meanwhile, my brother had no job, and was constantly asking my parents for money to go out with friends. He had also taken up golfing, which as most people know is extremely expensive, and my parents funded everything. James had actually admitted to asking for more money than he needed and save the leftovers for whatever he wanted. I was also expected to chauffeur him to golf events and to get togethers with his friends, and my parents would in return give me some gas money. Another thing to note is that the only reason I was contributing to our phone bill is because James wanted unlimited data and my father said it was unreasonable unless we both contributed financially. I refused as I was trying to save money (as I would have with the car situation), however things per normal went James’s way. However, because he did not have a job, he was not expected to pay anything and would not be charged for the months and years that he did not contribute to. I did my best not to let these things get to me and to keep a level head. I paid my parents for the car because I already had over two thousand dollars saved as a seventeen year old high school student due to my hard work.
I focused on my classes and joined theater to help fill the hours in between school and work. I was much more active my sophomore year but when James also decided to join theater I retreated a bit as my once safe space to freely exist was no longer safe. I joined the stage crew but honestly that was also very enjoyable and lethargic for me and I enjoyed it a lot. Anyways, I was mostly a straight A student besides the stray Bs and one or two Cs (psychology and AP government screwed me over) and was working 15 or so hours a week. This is on top of my commitments to the church which were most of my Sundays and my Wednesday evenings. The funny thing is though- James missed more church than I ever did yet because my absence was because of work and not golf, I was the one consistently reprimanded for my lack of attendance and socialization whilst I was there. Yet because James could never do anything wrong and was a very extroverted person his lack of attendance wasn’t as serious as my own. I had one close friend through our church, let’s call her Grace (now 18F) and she actually knew about everything and was very supportive of me. I also had some other friends who really only showed up to church so I didn’t have to go through the torture alone which I don’t know if I could ever repay them for. Besides the people I was comfortable with though, I was pretty much a loner there and this heavily displeased my parents as it made them look bad and messed with their reputation. I never realized how much appearances meant to them until all of the shit that happened took place. As I mentioned before, our church is very conservative and traditional, and many sermons and lessons revolved around gender roles and the sinfulness of the world in terms fo the LGBTQ community. I consistently felt targeted because of my looks and my personality and stopped feeling comfortable there a very long time ago.
Now that more context is in place, fast forward to the end of my junior year. I had at this point finished all my high school requirements for graduation and was given an incredible opportunity to go to our local college full time for my senior year. I was very excited and happy because not only did it give me more freedom but it also meant I would get more than a year of my college education paid for by the state.
It was also around this time when I met my now boyfriend, let’s call him Dean. We were coworkers and had begun to get to know each other. We had a lot in common and while were different people personality wise, we enjoyed each other’s company quite a bit. By some miracle, I convinced my parents to allow me to hang out with him outside of work by claiming he was just a friend and saying that he was a Christian (which is by no means true). They were extremely skeptical but allowed us to hang out. We had an incredible time- and by the end of our first date he asked me to be his girlfriend which I happily accepted. I was so happy, but when I got home, things spiraled out of control. I told my parents about our time, and they were extremely unhappy as they felt fooled (which they were to be fair) and told me I was not allowed to see him ever again. I was devastated and they said a lot of very uncalled for things and but I understand why they were angry. To be clear, they knew I had a romantic interest in Dean and that this hangout was to see if we would be compatible partners and get to know each other better. They did not call it a date though because they weren’t comfortable with it, even if it was a date and they kinda knew it. So while they were on some level “fooled,” I feel that their anger and harshness wasn’t called for as they knew the intentions of our hanging out. The next morning my father demanded to see my phone. This is when I started to panic. You see, they had stop tracking my texts and I had openly flirted with Dean over text. Nothing that explicit and no photos of any kind. But the flirting would be enough for them to tear my world apart and I knew it. They had gone through my personal conversations before and made me feel terrible because of it and I refused to let them do it again. So I deleted everything. The entire conversation chain, I removed it from my phone 100%. My parents absolutely lost their shit. They had been manipulating and gaslighting me for years, doing anything and everything to keep their control and with my actions I showed them they couldn’t control me forever and things went very downhill. I lost all my privacy and was once again told how I had betrayed them and I was terrible and couldn’t be trusted. Again- I partially understand their anger here because I had directly disobeyed a command. But at the same time, I feel as a young woman I should be allowed some sense of privacy and the ability to talk to people without being constantly monitored. I don’t feel like I did anything wrong and would happily do it again in a heartbeat if it meant I’d be where I am today. Regardless of this, my life became a living hell once again, and my parents compared this to when I came out, “which was maybe the worst night of their lives.” They stripped me of all my privileges even if I didn’t have many to begin with. They made me feel absolutely miserable and awful about myself and I was monitored like never before. I would be working and receive texts upon texts of how I was so terrible and how could I do this to them because they had done everything for me and I’m a terrible daughter who should be ashamed of myself for the deceit and malicious nature of my actions. Again- this was because they could not read the messages between me and my now boyfriend. I understand them being mad but they took it to a completely inappropriate level. I shared everything happening with my friends and counselor and they supported me and assured me I did nothing wrong and they would be there for me which helped but as my home was now a living hellscape it was hard to hear it. I found a way to tell Dean about things and at first he felt guilty but I assured him that their actions were not his fault but theirs. He then asked me if I wanted to pause our relationship but I told him honestly that they had taken so many things I cared about over the years and I refused to let them take this. I did tell him however I understood if he didn’t want to put up with all the complicatedness of my family but he told me he cared for me and would be there so long as I was okay with it. He also told me if things ever got really bad at home, regardless of the fact we had just started dating, he had spoken to his family and they offered me a place to stay if I needed/wanted it. This really touched me, but I reassured him that it was not his job to offer that, but I appreciated the offer.
This begins our relationship and we were very happy. We had found a way to communicate over email, and we were able to hide our relationship with my family. Luckily for me, over the years I had made a habit of hanging out at the park by myself so it was not strange for me to head to the park for a couple of hours. There, I would leave my car and phone (my phone had a tracker on it) and Dean and I would hangout multiple times a week and it was heaven. At this point, we’ve only been dating for a year but I can admit without any doubt that I am in love with this man and he is in love with me. During the school year, it became easier for us to hang out in between classes as we both went to the same college (I am older for my year in school and he is younger, so he was a sophomore in college while I was a senior in high school. However, we are barely a year apart in age for anyone who is concerned). However, in order for us to communicate and hang out, I had to be extremely diligent and was consistently covering my tracks while “once again, earning my parents trust and repairing our relationship.” Because of course their actions were completely justified and I was the one in the wrong, per normal. Anyways, every day, I was editing search histories, erasing messages, and looking over my shoulder. Our church had a program on campus where Dean and I went to school, so being together in public was risky as my father’s friends and coworkers were always on campus and I knew I would be screwed if we were caught together. We had a couple of close calls over the months but it was all worth it because I hadn’t been that happy in years.
Now, to the day I left and why. You see, my parents' behavior towards Scott was becoming more aggressive and worse over time. They also had, in my opinion, a drinking problem. Considering they didn’t deny it when I called them out, they may agree. They would behave more hostile after several drinks and it was happening so consistently I was constantly walking on eggshells. Between the way they treated Scott, the way they treated me and the constant stress I was under trying to balance my life in fear of the repercussions, things became too much. When things weren’t going to shit, I was consistently expected to either babysit my brother and do chores while being a full time college student and working a part time job WHILE attending church multiple times a week and keeping up with my responsibilities as a senior. This is on top of the stress my parents' behavior caused, meanwhile James was expected to do almost nothing in comparison. Don’t get me wrong- he didn’t do anything, but he had almost no responsibilities outside of school and his extracurriculars which were exclusively funded by my parents. Yes he helped with dishes during the week and would keep his space tidy. But as my schedule became much more flexible due to my school schedule, my expectations around the house became much higher than his. Even though I paid 200 a month on gas, 50 a month for insurance and 50 a month for the phone bill, and he paid nothing for his car, insurance, phone, gas, nothing. So you would think he would be expected to help in the house more but no. Also, James’s behavior towards Scott mimicked my parents and so all babysitting responsibilities fell on me as they couldn’t be trusted alone together. I was rarely if ever paid for my cleaning or babysitting services as it was my responsibility as their eldest child. They would also consistently judge me for my weight, cloths, hair, hobbies, etc. Why did I think it was a good idea to get fast food? I clearly didn’t need it. They would “outfit check me” to make sure the outfits I wore were feminine enough because the way I look effected their reputation and I couldn’t be trusted. I was not allowed to cut my hair after their tantrum over it. As for my hobbies, I stopped playing sports in middle school as I am very short (currently 5 foot even) and was unable to keep up with my peers. However my interest in video games and cartoons wasn’t feminine enough and they proceeded to compare me to my best friend Grace because she was skinnier and liked more feminine things than I did which hurt a lot. Another thing for context, I have PCOS. It’s an endocrine disorder that heavily effects your metabolism and hormones, which in turn severely effected my weight, however my parents never acknowledged it and again made everything my fault. So from what I wore, what I ate, who I hung out with and what I enjoyed doing was constantly criticized, scrutinized and eventually controlled by my family for years. On top of everything else, I was done. I was 18, I had resaved the thousand I paid my family and knew I was at a place where I didn’t need them and was tired of being treated like shit. So I left.
The night I moved out was a total shit show. I had rallied Dean and my other friend, let’s call them Rita (18NB), and they helped me form a plan. When I returned home, Dean and Rita would be on their way. I would pack everything that belonged to me or I felt they would let me take, and prep the bags outside. After Rita arrived I went to try and explain to my parents that I would be leaving and explain calmly why. In a perfect world, we would have had a long deep talk, and things would have ended alright. That is far, far from what happened. They immediately starting screaming, and took my phone and car keys as both belonged to them, which I calmly handed over. Rita was there for emotional support, and put themselves between me and my parents as they got more angry and seemed to be turning aggressive. After that, my father called the police and claimed that there was an intruder in their home trying to take their child. Yeah. Complete bullshit- which to this day I’m surprised they were never charged with falsifying a 911 call. They screamed at Rita to get out of their home and was screaming that I was throwing away everything and I needed to reconsider. I ignored them and attempted to calmly walk out, and my parents attempted to barricade the doors while harassing Rita to leave. Because Rita is incredible and one of my closest friends now, they refused to leave without me which was very calming. While my parents were distracted yelling at them, I slipped out through the garage. My mother saw this and then grabbed me, attempting to drag me inside by my arm. Rita saw this and assisted me in getting her off me, and after doing so we continued to walk towards Dean’s car where he was waiting for us. He figured it would be best if my family didn’t see him for the time being as they would definitely lose their minds at seeing his face. My parents continued screaming and then the cops arrived. They were quite confused at first because they had been sent to deal with a potential kidnapping, only to see two grown adults throwing a tantrum because their adult child didn’t want to live with them anymore. That night was honestly so insane I could write three more pages about everything they said and did. The most notable events were first when my mother tried to explain to the police that because I was her child, she was allowed to put her hands on me, which they humorously informed her was not the case. The next was when James came home from theater rehearsal, to which my parents told them that I was abandoning our family. He was an emotional wreck through all of it, and to this day has told me that until I “fix” things with our parents he is not okay with having any form of relationship with me. Throughout all of this Scott was in his room, and I was allowed to give him one last hug before leaving. The final and most notable thing, was as the cops allowed my boyfriend, Rita and I to leave, my father threatened violence towards my boyfriend and accused him of "taking advantage of his underage daughter," which is just ridiculous as we are practically the same age, and anything we had done together was consensual and reserved for after I turned 18. Another thing my parents did was go through each bag I had packed and took everything they felt belonged to them, including the laptop provided to me by my high school, which they hilariously were made to give back to me several days later as it was not theirs and they had no right to take it. They tried claiming they were giving it to me out of the kindness of their hearts, but that bullshit meant nothing as after I informed the school of their behavior, the school assured me they would be made to give it back. Another thing they threatened to do as I left was pull me out of high school, which I was assured by the police they were not capable of doing as I was 18. The police were for the most part annoyed with my parents, tired of their bs and told me I seemed to be a capable young woman and wished me the best of luck. My parents had tried to ask the police to say I was mentally unstable for the time being so I wouldn’t be allowed to leave, as their “she’s still in high school” excuse didn’t do anything. You see, as my father is an influential church figure and had friends in the police force, he thought they would be on his side but was sorely mistaken as the chief told him they wouldn’t be doing him any favors. And with that, I was free.
My boyfriend's family has been nothing but unconditionally kind and supportive and have accepted me as part of their family which has been a huge blessing in all of this. I am in contact with my father’s sister and his father, my aunt and grandpa, and as I have expressed my unhappiness at home, they are supportive of me as well. However, as my aunt lives further away and my grandpa is not in the best place to have me live with him, I have been with my boyfriend's family since I left home in October. I have a lot more I could say but I already feel like there are way too many parts here and so for now I’ll leave it at this. So yeah, AITA for moving out after I was treated like shit for years while witnessing the mistreatment of my sibling?

Economics: Regulations that break down monopolies and those that help the environment and small businesses are good, but most other stuff stifles the free market. Really likes markets. Doesn't like commies but will work with them for libertarian unity
Civics: Libertarian but not anarchist. People should be able to do what they want without interference from the government as long as it doesn't harm other people Gun rights, campaign finance reform, make democracy more direct, anti-authoritarianism, basically just basic libertarian positions
Social Issues: Moderate, leaning progressive. I don't like the radicals on both sides, but it's generally just progcon. I hate identity politics and SJW stuff but I don't have a problem with LGBT+ lol. I also hate paleoconservatism and evangelical conservatism.
Welfare: I'm pretty close to a social libertarian, but I don't support the unrealistic stuff like UBI. I think efficient reform to still provide welfare to those who need while removing bloat and inefficiency to our current system would be great. Social safety nets are pretty good.
Trade: Moderate on the topic, both free trade and protectionism are bad. While I do believe that we should trade with other countries, it should not come at the expense of the American worker.
Equality of opportunity
Drugs: Legalize
Abortion: Safe, Legal, and Rare
Taxes: I think we should reform our tax system and aggressively lower taxes for the middle class. Cut corporate, property, and income tax and create a high LVT. Only tax if necessary and try to minimize waste.
Transhumanism: moderate transhumanism. Improve our bodies without losing our humanity.
Forpol: Although I think that we should protect ourself and our allies, we also spend too much on defense. I believe in small and strategic cuts so that we can improve our domestic situation while still maintaining our strength.

I'm 31 years old, live in NJ. 5'9", 165 lbs (fit/athletic build) 3rd generation Chinese American (my family immigrated here in the 1900s). My family identifies as American as we tend to eat more pasta than rice and my generation has not learned the language. College educated with a Bachelor's in Biomedical Science (switched from an Engineering major...turns out I don't like theoretical math); currently working in the pharmaceutical industry and pretty much love the industry as there isn't any work drama and it's relatively straightforward yet challenging.
I've tried a few long distance relationships and they're quite difficult to manage...they were great when we able to meet in person and I didn't mind putting in the extra work. I'd be willing to try one if the distance is reasonable and the there is a definite spark between us. I am pretty sure I fit the definition of a demisexual, so I'll be strictly trying to form a connection first. I REALLY need the emotional connection before there is a sexual attraction, mentally I can't do hook ups (they're just really hard for me to handle and I have turned people down).
Personality wise I've been told that I tend to bring people together and keep things fun. I have a few different groups of friends and communities I am often with...and they can vary from the youngsters (21 to 30) to the old guys (60+) to the group that's around my age. I would say I'm pretty good at conversing and I try to stay on top of most current events. Mentally I'm an old man and feel more comfortable in that setting, so much that I literally hang out with 60+ years olds at the gym after a workout in the hot tub. I call them the hot tub gang and it's always a set of regulars where we might talk about the same thing every single day until someone newer to the group says that we talked about it yesterday.
I would say fitness is a major player in my life. I started out hating swimming as a kid, but here I am almost 27 years later...I made it through the lessons at the YMCA, joined a club team, swam in high school, swam in college and now I'm a swim coach and instructor as a hobby/side job in my free time. There's something about being a part of coaching people and watching them grow up and succeed that makes me smile.
My free time in the cold months usually consists of planning DIY projects or working on them. I tend to work on all the cars in the family and am the one that fixes them up or finds replacements for them. Or planning my next road trip to somewhere nicer. Whereas in the warm months I love going down to the beach to go for a swim and have a nice relaxing breakfast outdoors. I do have a few kayaks that I'll bring out to go with friends or if I feel it's safe a nice solo paddle to clear my mind. When I think about it, too many of my hobbies involve water. But I do enjoy things on dry land I promise!
I'm really looking for someone I can grow together with, a long term or forever relationship. I want a relationship where both of us put 100% in all the time and if we don't, we can talk to each other about our concerns and work it out. Honestly what I've realized is that maybe I am altruistic...I miss making someone feel happy and loved, miss the good morning texts, the waiting around all day just to see their texts, I miss spoiling someone and the feeling of that feeling of seeing that look that you get when someone truly loves you. I would love to slowly get to know you by having some conversations where the time just flies, then to a point where we talk nonstop, maybe some in person dates and then maybe eventually settle down together and enjoy life together.
Important stuff: Although I enjoy interacting with kids and it's a major part of my life...I don't want any of my own so...sorry if this is a dealbreaker for anyone. I don't drink (except for maybe wine at special occasions....I get really bad Asian Flush so I'll turn bright red if I smell alcohol essentially lol), not into smoking/drugs (Bad asthma and I'm just not into any of that stuff). I don't judge anyone that's into drinking or recreational drugs, it's just not for me personally. Religion wise, I'm Agnostic. Politically I lean relatively to the left.
I'm really searching for that genuine connection; voice calls are definitely a plus and would love to get to know you. It's alright if we end up just as friends that talk here and there.
If it sounds like you could be the one send me a chat or DM and tell me a bit about yourself. My name is Kevin and I'd love to know about you.

I'm 31 years old, live in NJ. 5'9", 165 lbs (fit/athletic build) 3rd generation Chinese American (my family immigrated here in the 1900s). My family identifies as American as we tend to eat more pasta than rice and my generation has not learned the language. College educated with a Bachelor's in Biomedical Science (switched from an Engineering major...turns out I don't like theoretical math); currently working in the pharmaceutical industry and pretty much love the industry as there isn't any work drama and it's relatively straightforward yet challenging.
I've tried a few long distance relationships and they're quite difficult to manage...they were great when we able to meet in person and I didn't mind putting in the extra work. I'd be willing to try one if the distance is reasonable and the there is a definite spark between us. I am pretty sure I fit the definition of a demisexual, so I'll be strictly trying to form a connection first. I REALLY need the emotional connection before there is a sexual attraction, mentally I can't do hook ups (they're just really hard for me to handle and I have turned people down).
Personality wise I've been told that I tend to bring people together and keep things fun. I have a few different groups of friends and communities I am often with...and they can vary from the youngsters (21 to 30) to the old guys (60+) to the group that's around my age. I would say I'm pretty good at conversing and I try to stay on top of most current events. Mentally I'm an old man and feel more comfortable in that setting, so much that I literally hang out with 60+ years olds at the gym after a workout in the hot tub. I call them the hot tub gang and it's always a set of regulars where we might talk about the same thing every single day until someone newer to the group says that we talked about it yesterday.
I would say fitness is a major player in my life. I started out hating swimming as a kid, but here I am almost 27 years later...I made it through the lessons at the YMCA, joined a club team, swam in high school, swam in college and now I'm a swim coach and instructor as a hobby/side job in my free time. There's something about being a part of coaching people and watching them grow up and succeed that makes me smile.
My free time in the cold months usually consists of planning DIY projects or working on them. I tend to work on all the cars in the family and am the one that fixes them up or finds replacements for them. Or planning my next road trip to somewhere nicer. Whereas in the warm months I love going down to the beach to go for a swim and have a nice relaxing breakfast outdoors. I do have a few kayaks that I'll bring out to go with friends or if I feel it's safe a nice solo paddle to clear my mind. When I think about it, too many of my hobbies involve water. But I do enjoy things on dry land I promise!
I'm really looking for someone I can grow together with, a long term or forever relationship. I want a relationship where both of us put 100% in all the time and if we don't, we can talk to each other about our concerns and work it out. Honestly what I've realized is that maybe I am altruistic...I miss making someone feel happy and loved, miss the good morning texts, the waiting around all day just to see their texts, I miss spoiling someone and the feeling of that feeling of seeing that look that you get when someone truly loves you. I would love to slowly get to know you by having some conversations where the time just flies, then to a point where we talk nonstop, maybe some in person dates and then maybe eventually settle down together and enjoy life together.
Important stuff: I don't drink (except for maybe wine at special occasions....I get really bad Asian Flush so I'll turn bright red if I smell alcohol essentially lol), not into smoking/drugs (Bad asthma and I'm just not into any of that stuff). I don't judge anyone that's into drinking or recreational drugs, it's just not for me personally. Religion wise, I'm Agnostic. Politically I lean relatively to the left.
I'm really searching for that genuine connection; voice calls are definitely a plus and would love to get to know you. It's alright if we end up just as friends that talk here and there.
If it sounds like you could be the one send me a chat or DM and tell me a bit about yourself. My name is Kevin and I'd love to know about you.

I am worried that my request for HRT will be postponed or shot down if also seeking treatment / a diagnoses of psychosis on the same visit. This is my one free well visit of the year so I'd like to make the most out of this appointment but frankly starting my transition is more important to me than being diagnosed / placed on anti psychotics. I have read that people diagnosed with schizophrenia or bipolar often have a hard time getting access to HRT due to the stigma of these illnesses, both of which run in my family which is what has me worried. I have not been officially diagnosed with anything other than depression, but I believe due to my drug usage I have induced some form of psychosis upon myself. I am currently seeking talk therapy which I believe would help alleviate the symptoms of my alleged psychosis. I also wonder if HRT could help with my feelings of depersonalization as well?
I'd appreciate if anyone had some insight on this or has faced this problem themselves. Thanks!

I am 21 M and have a constant or pretty much constant headache for 6 months. Doctors suspects its Migraines so I ve been taking propanolol (I think thats the name of the drug) and its made minor difference, I remember having 3 days pain free. The thing is, my old glasses were so messed up (the eye vision test wasnt done correctly) and I didnt like the way they fit my face so i didnt wear them and still dont (i can live and drive with my bad eyesight). I always have pain in my eyes and in these 6 months im certain I had 2 big migraines, oh and i should also say that this all started in a random day in december in which i woke up with crazy eye pain 11/10 scale and vomited, went to the hospital, etc. This I believe was my very first and big migraine, but i find strange the imense eye pain ( it was like someone was pulling my eye nerves inside my head). My symptoms nowadays have nothing to do with these, i just suffer from eye pain and some tension headaches (i believe so) I also have crazy neck tension and I heard there is some headache on top of my skull related to that (that would explain the morning headache) I am getting my new glasses in 2 weeks and I swear on my life I will wear them every single day if I have to, but in this time I just want to know if someone has had something similar to this happen or can tell me of the problem is from not wearing my eye glasses, cause my anxiety is killing me right now and I think its been making my headaches even worst Thanks in advance and sorry for the bad english!

What got done today:
Content Creation:

Finalized my promo video on Canva. I got so excited that I posted on YouTube right away.
- I realized that I also need to start considering “catchy titles” and the video’s thumbnail.
- My video has written words (no voice-over) so I didn’t put in captions. I hope that’s not a disadvantage. Does anyone know?
I googled “viral hooks” and created a 7 second reel to be posted the day after tomorrow.
I worked on the content calendar for the week. I still need to finalize the captions and hashtags. I also created a column for “catchy title”.

Website

No update on the broken Facebook link on the website. Will follow up with the Fiverr gig person tomorrow.
I started a new Fiverr gig to get a list of keywords to use.
I’ve been advised that I should set up an email campaign to keep users “warm”. It’s a great idea and I started to see if I can do it from my free Mailchimp account. Looks like I can, but I need to learn how. Had to pick up the kids so I’ll focus on that tomorrow.
- Does anyone have any other suggestions for a [free] provider?

Business Ops

I looked at the status of our trademark registration. Still pending.
I had a conference all with my developer about some of the screens. There is one in particular that might need to be redesigned. I have to do some brainstorming.

Insights:

I listened to a podcast on business marketing.
- It said that I should create “behind-the-scenes” content to attract and build a community. Since I’m not camera savvy and HATE hearing my own voice, I’ll take the Reddit and blogs route.
- Whenever I post to social media, I need to immediately share the post, comment and like it. This improves the chances of it being sent to non-followers.

Tomorrow To-Do

Share promo video on insta
Follow up on website ordeal
Look into MailChimp for email campaign
Look into keywords, hashtags, and captions to use

Subscribers:

Email: 25
YouTube: 0
Instagram: 8

Synopsis: High intelligence, High endurance, No Vats, never leave Power Armor, always on drugs.
At lvl1: Build
Strength: 3 This allows us early access to Armorer. Optionally drop to 2 and wait for Strength Bobble. Carry weight is always nice to have though.
Perception: 4 This allows us Rifleman, lockpicking, and Demo Expert with Bobble. Could easily drop to 3 and put elsewhere, we won't be investing in Demo until later, and it's not necessary for the build. I like having explosives and lockingpicking = xp+loot. Could dump completely and depend on Bobble to get Rifleman.
Endurance: 5 I actually don't get a single Endurance perk. 1 pnt in Aquaboy can be good if you want to do some swimming for certain items early. Lifegiver is okay, but I don't find I need the passive regen ever, there's plenty of food around. As the +HP, I prefer to just add points into Endurance. Endurance also has the bonus of reducing the AP cost of sprinting, which will help your PA cores last longer. Chem Resistant would be nice to have but I never had a problem using consumables to cure addition.
Charisma: 5 For Lone Wanderer, and eventually Local Leader. I often put my extra SPECIAL point here so I don't have to go rush the Charisma bobble. Charisma is the first stat I'll max after the build is complete, could also do STR or END.
Intelligence: 9 We want that sweet sweet XP, we want Nuclear Physicst so our PA cores last forever, Chemist for crafting drugs and staying on them, Science, Hacker, Scrapper(optional). Medic is nice but I don't find I need it.
Agility: 1 We don't use VATs, and sneak still works fine for our purposes (long range).
Luck: 1 No VATs, no need.
At level 35: Build
At this point, the build is already functionally complete. There's still some things to get to 4/4, but we're not high enough level for it. So you can start investing in stats (I'd go STR(strong back) -> CHA -> END)
Idiot Savant special note: I've done this exact build but with lower END and 5 Luck for Idiot Savant. Idiot Savant is always an XP bonus, BUT with (10 Int) vs (10 Int + Savant), you need to be about lvl70 to even break even on pnts invested in Luck (7-8 after perk). So, only go for Idiot Savant when you have high int if you are: A-> going really high level B-> also going to want other Luck perks.
Alternatives:.

Commando: drop Rifleman, and put 1 pnt into Agi. Or drop Perception completely. I'd also consider dropping CHA to 3, and PE and STR down one pnt as advised above to get luck to 5. This gets you Scrounger and Idiot Savant. Scrounger will help since Autos eat ammo. Can also sell excess ammo.
Melee: Minimal vats melee can be done in Survival, though it takes a special playstyle to get through the early game. Drop Per and put in Str. Pump Str early and eventually get Pain Train. You'll have a rough start but upgraded power armor + endurance makes you extremely tough to kill.

Summary:.

Once you get your Power Armor, start trying to upgrade it pretty early. The increase HP of each piece and increased DR make a big difference.
VATs drains PA cores, so yours will last a long time.
END decreases sprint AP cost, so your cores will survive you sprinting around.
Drugs drugs drugs. Craft em and don't forget to take them. You can easily have +25% DR and +25-75% dmg, +stend/hp and other things whenever you enter a combat zone. +25% Crit outside of Vats. Carry weight too low? Take some bufftats, eat some grilled Radstag.
Can craft Antibiotics and all the other helpful survival chems.
Rifleman means you can have good sniper options and shotguns to blow things away. I use a single shot pipe rifle to unload on small targets and save ammo.
High Int lets you build all the nice Settlement stuff.
You can still use VATs, just not often. I use it to hit annoying to shoot bugs usually.
Can easily go late game Robotics Expert and make ADA unstoppable.
You can wear a full Charisma suit under your PA and pop out of your shell to talk to people.

It feels like there's nothing this build can't just walk into and dominate. You take so little damage, and are super strong at range or up close. You get lots of XP and quality of life from high Int and high Endurance. I often forget I am even playing survival.
Early Game Advice: my favorite part about this build is it does not require you to do any shenanigans like sell poison caltrops for money so you can buy the best armor /weapons in the game at lvl1. Just go do the minutemen quest to get your first Power Armor, and then I usually go east of Sanctuary towards the Satellite dish. Hit the robot disposal site for 3 free power cores (1 in box and 2 when you self-destruct the combat bot) and then there's one more in the Satellite building. With 4-5 cores in your backpocket, you can safely wear PA for the rest of the game. Just don't go Sprinting everywhere till you get your PA perks up.